#Banned Blasters

[bother-the-beastie]

~ Seems to be sleeping soundly enough.

~ But it looks like you might be able to...

~ ...bother the beastie?

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[oftenlyshitposting]

thinking thoughts about shin and blasters since we haven't seen shin shooting away with a blaster

do you think shin has the obi-wan "so uncivilized" attitude with blasters and much prefer using the force ezra 'hippie space jesus' bridger way when she doesn't have her lightsaber?

or is she suspiciously good with blasters and the reason why she doesn't use them is because she goes danny 'so anyway i started blasting' devito with blasters that it turned sabine on so much?

i mean, we've seen shin fly a starfighter and is a pretty good pilot slash squadron leader which means she's had weapons training beforehand, right?

it'd be so funny if shin and sabine had to reluctantly (but not really) team up against a group of enemies and she goes "fuck it", snatches one of sabine's blasters from her holsters, and shoots away; while sabine is just there completely flabbergasted before finally joining shin

[scarredwoods]

The first thing that popped into my head was them getting stuck in a haunted house attraction, but they didn't have enough human knowledge to know that it's fake. And they're fighting for their lives as ghost projectors, and humans in costumes are scaring them around every corner.

They're screaming and running/fighting, leaving a trail of injured humans, until they finally make it to the end and see the sun rising. They start cheering in joy and hugging each other until one of the scare actors outside congratulate them for making it to the end of their haunted attraction and to come back again.

That's when they get the embarrassing realization that the whole thing was fake. They made a truce to never speak about it to anyone ever.

I need Soundwave's cassettes and Blaster's cassettes to have the best unlikely team up against a mutual threat of a lifetime

[my-anndreamer]

Prowl x Jazz twin sons

They were born first, or rather in 1987 (the Autobots arrived on Earth in the 80s), but by the age of Cybertron they are still young bots.

They are briefly called Sonic and Bass. Although they are twins, they are complete opposites in character. Sonicstep is the older one.

Sonicstep has shown his quiet character from birth, competent, loyal and, like Prowl, has almost infinite patience. When his patience runs out, he often shows his anger on his brother, which is why Bassline has several dents on the back of his head. Like his Sire, he prefers logic and reason, and therefore he is a good strategist. It is difficult for him to make friends, he often tells bots what he thinks about them, and he is also very loyal to the rules and strictly adheres to them. He loves animals very much and only with them does he find a common language, and animals love him.

Bassline inherited a cheerful and sometimes silly character from Jazz, but has incredible intuition and skill in improvisation in difficult moments. He easily makes friends and finds a common language with them. He likes to fool around and make people laugh, he loves music. Despite the creators' ban, he often goes to open-air discos and has a great time. He is a great dancer. He has many friends among bots and humans.

Despite their different personalities, they love and protect each other very much. When they work together, it's an explosive mix, even though Jazz raised them himself, they quickly learned to fight and use weapons, so they are skilled marksmen. And when Prowl returned to Earth, he taught his sons interesting tactics and how to use their alter modes to the maximum. Bassline and Sonicster haven't seen Prowl from born, because before the destruction of the space bridge, Prowl went to Cybertron to hold a line of defense there, and Jazz and his sons were on Earth. After the war ended, Jazz took his sons and went into hiding with Blaster. Blaster helped as much as he could, because it's hard to take care of two sparkling alone. Blaster is like an uncle to the twins and that's why they call him Uncle Blaster.

Prowl loves his sons very much, and carried a photo of them under his spark chamber that he took in the first minutes after their birth. Jazz is willing to give his life if it saves his sons. He always smiled for them, even when it was hard for him.

[1-800-crscnt]

hc that since Fox doesn't drink caf, it's very common to find him with energy drinks that have been banned on Coruscant and a few other planets. because of this, several new Guardsmen also start drinking them, because these drinks don't seem that extreme based on the Commander's reactions/behaviors, and make jokes about how "you could fuel a ship with this" and "i spilled some on my blaster and it recharged" or even "this gave me the force for an hour" after they realize the drinks had a reason to be banned. Fox is entirely unaware of these jokes and wouldn't even get them if he was, and wonders why there's an influx of troopers being too impulsive, irritated, and ending up needing medical attention after drinking too many. all he gets is a slight energy boost, which frustrates everyone else to no end.

[somuchforahobby]

interrupted (part 5)

Summary: Running into Obi-wan as you escape from the Temple to go out clubbing Warnings: mentions of smoking and cigarettes - I thought of this as a regular tobacco cigarette but there is no mention of what is made of so … Tags: Tooth rotting fluff as usual Words: 1k Read on AO3 As a former smoker I can tell this was a very long cigarette - but hey its star wars is the duration of the cigarette what makes you think this is not believable? lol love ya all babes. Also, I��ll give you a lil forehead kiss if you find the arctic monkeys reference 🐒

It is always the same routine.

You have mastered it by this point: out the window, jump to a pillar, slide down and off you go to the Coruscant nightlife.

The acrobatics are not your best, considering the dress and shoes you are wearing, but so far nobody has noticed your little escapades. Your roommate Aayla and Quin are already waiting at the bar, considering they do not need to escape from the Temple and can simply walk out claiming they’re on their way for some bonding time. But not you. If Master Windu were to see you he’d probably have you banned from the Order. So you escape.

You are strutting down the sidewalk of the Temple when somebody calls your name. Your eyes close and your jaw tightens in fear, but you turn to find Obi-wan leaning against the main steps wall. 

“Where the kriff are you going?” there is a smirk on his lips as he says it, his eyes wandering your body.

“out” you merely say, taking a step closer to him.

“I can see that” His eyebrows were raised, but by the glint of his eyes you could tell he was not judging you. “With Aayla?” He asks as he lifts a cigarette to his lips. A habit he categorically denied to have but you were well aware of. 

“And Quin”

Obi-wan nods, “Of course.” The smoke leaves his mouth in a cascade.

“Wanna go?” 

“Me? I don’t want to spoil your hunt.”

Your head turned the slightest at his suggestion. 

“Who says I’m hunting tonight?”

He held your gaze, a smirk on his lips. “My dear, that hem is closer to a shirt than it is to a skirt, and with those heels your legs are more dangerous than a blaster pointed at a man’s head.”

“Mmm” you take a step closer to him, “then good thing my type of men are not afraid of blasters” 

His cheeks turned pink as he looked away from you.

“See you in the training room.” You assured, voice dripping with warmth.

“Wait” He held your wrist, ““If you do come back tonight, come back to me.” 

“And whatever for would I return to you?” You take the cigarette from his fingers and steal a sip. 

He stared at you while you did it, seemingly hypnotized by the image. His eyes shone with marvel like you were a treasure. Then his head moves sideways, but his hand lands on your waist to pull you closer.

With a teasing smile, he takes the cigarette from you. “To have a nice chat about ethics and philosophy”

“You promise?” You tease him back.

In a heartbeat, his arm rounds your waist and trades your positions pushing you against the wall. His chest is now against yours. His breath is warm against your lips and his eyes are fixed on yours. 

“Oh, I promise” 

You feel the blood rush to your cheeks as his breath fans your face and his lips are so dangerously close to yours. But before you can close the gap he takes a step back, focused again on his cigarette.

“You should come, really. It will be fun.” Before you finish your invitation his head is already moving.

“I don’t even have anything to wear”

“I’m sure Quin can lend you something, that is not a problem!”

He scoffs, seemingly offended. “As if I’d wear Quin’s crop-tops” 

That brought out a laugh from you. “It’s just some harmless fun, come with me, please.” You plead while pulling his hand.

“I can’t leave Anakin” he finally says and it’s definite.

He had never been one for parties but ever since he became a master, it seemed like all his personal hobbies and entertainment had been casted out.

“Alright” your head drops. “Say hello to the little gremlin for me”

He smiles, “I will”.

In a heartbeat, Obi-wan is leaning closer to you, his hand has risen to your neck, nearly cradling your jaw and his lips are only inches apart from yours. 

“Please stop by later” His breath fans your lips.

“Whatever for?”

“I am deeply interested in the lengths of that skirt of yours”

You smirk, “I am also interested in lengths”

He scoffed, “well then, if it is for research purposes…” and so he is kissing you.

It is slower than it has ever been, but more intense. Every brush is fueled with intention and urgency. All the worries of getting caught making out in the steps of the Jedi Temple fade away as his tongue conquers your mouth.

He is eager yet controlled, as his fighting is. But unlike in the training mat, here you completely allow him to win.

With your hands around his neck, you pulled in his hair, making him groan against your lips.

You are so lost in him that you completely lose track of your surroundings. The cold air of the night against your bare legs, the sound of the ships above you and the chit chat of the passersby. Slowly, as one noise becomes more clear you pull away in shock.

“MASTER!” 

Obi-wan pulls away and throws the rest of the cigarette to the floor with a grimace, “This is a disgusting habit, you should not be doing it. We as Jedi are above all sorts of vices, you should know that!” 

Your mouth opens as his scolding continues. Eventually you decide to allow his facade if only for the child’s sake.

“Sorry, master” mutter in a tone that definitely says ‘fuck you’. 

“Master, the Council calls for you!” Anakin jumps next to you. “They are sending you out on a mission, let’s go!!” Anakin grabs Obi-wan’s hand, tugging at him unable to contain the excitement. 

“I’ll be there in a minute, young padawan” Obi-wan looks at him with a knowing look.

Anakin looks at you squinting, his brows furrowed in suspicion. After he has walked up the stairs, you finally speak.

“I am starting to think he doesn’t like me”

Obi-wan scoffed, “He likes you just fine, he justs has terrible timing”

“Guess I won’t see you later, then?”

Taking a step back, Obi-wan’s head drop in frustration, “Guess not” 

“Well call me when you get back” 

A sweet smile crosses his lips, “Of course”

You close the distance between you, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “Good luck on your mission, master.” You mock.

“And may the Force be with you, my dear.”

Part 6

[ablobwhowrites]

Here's a meme

*Autobots and decepticons fighting*

Sees Silas

Autobots: truce?

Decepticons: truce.

*Them to Silas*

They want him dead, beyond dead😭. like no joke, Silas was doomed the minute he even took m/n, like There's no saving bro😭.

Also vehicon m/n is able to use his blaster but almost blasted his head clean off so he isn't allowed to use it anymore, he got yelled at by ratchet and was banned from using it (like a small part of his helm's paint job is burnt)

Miko: "man, you really got spring locked huh?"

Vehicon m/n in tears: "Miko please"

Ratchet: "your not ascending to god hood, your just dehydrated" (I don't know how they consume energon, I think they drink it? please feel free to correct me)

Vehicon m/n: "outta my way ratchet, I'm boutta liberate my divine self from this mortal shell!"

*five seconds later*

Vehicon m/n on the ground: "h-hoptial"

Ultra Magnus hearing about what happened to m/n like:

Vehicon m/n: "I would kill for a hamburger right now"

Jack: "you can't really eat human fo-"

Vehicon m/n: "please just let me imagine."

[hellfiresky]

GAR ALL PERSONNEL BROADCAST

Pairing: This is the most random mix possible. From RCs to my own OCs (fully developed ones you can meet in my fics) and new faces I made up on the spot.

Summary: Not my first time making clone group chats, but my first time posting one as a standalone! It’s exactly what it sounds like: millions of clones stuck in one galaxy-wide all-personnel group chat. GFFA data service and tech are apparently so powerful. You leave the chat for one minute and there’s already +6000 messages. Absolutely unmanageable. Mods are barely holding it together.

Mod list: Boss, Cody, Alpha-17, Bacara, Jesse (somehow he made it among officers), Gree, Sinker (somehow he made it too), Ordo, Fi

Warnings: nothing. Crack ahead. EVERYONE LIVES.

Taglist: @orangez3st - also because this crack came up in our chat 💀

GAR ALL PERSONNEL BROADCAST

📌 PINNED MESSAGE (edited 3 hours ago by Jesse):

Welcome to ALL PERSONNEL BROADCAST – this is the official GAR-wide channel.

Rules (because apparently we need them):

1. No thirst trap reviews.

2. Use threads. For the love of Prime.

3. Be kind. No inter-unit war. Mods will smite you.

4. If you see General Kenobi or General Skywalker join, act normal.

5. No one wants to hear your datapad mix at 0300

6. Any dream involving General Mundi is a YOU problem.

7. DO NOT EVER add civvies, Jedi, or your Mandalorian buire (looking at you, Skirata’s sons).

8. Please remember: Alpha-17 is reading AND modding.

9. Emotional breakdowns permitted on Primeday only.

10. The “clones tier list” thread is banned. Forever.

(This week’s special rule: If you see Marshal Commander Cody typing, stop what you’re doing and reflect on your sins.)

Current mod on duty: Ordo Skirata

Most recent muted user: Dickies from the 41st Elite Corps (for sending an unsolicited Niamos karaoke as a bit).

Server uptime: 99.7% (dropped after Marshal Commander Fox rage-quit and rebooted the network)

——

CT-339821: i texted her “what if we kissed in the AT-TE maintenance hangar 🥺👉👈”

CT-898421: real ones know there’s no better first date than taking apart a blaster

Ridge: y’all got dates??? 😐

Hardcase: i got RIZZ

Echo: please stop using that word.

Jesse (mod): no he’s right tho. hardcase got this weird situational rizz. 3 seconds max and then he self-destructs

Kix: idk what’s worse, the medbay smell or watching y’all exchange your pickup lines in this chat like it’s 79’s fresher line at midnight

Sinker (mod): just woke up to 6,902 unread messages what the actual kriff is going on here

Scorch: *sends tooka memes*

Cody (mod): STOP SPAMMING. THIS IS NOT FOR MEMES.

Boil: but sir we had an important discussion about if clones could beat a rancor with bare hands (probably buried. scroll up for context!)

Boss (mod): No. You could not.

Fi (mod): I could

Niner: Omega fucking wins again

Ordo (mod): No you couldn’t, Fi. You whined when you stubbed your toe on Dar’s gear bag.

Alpha-17 (mod): If i see one more picture of some shiny’s helmet next to a mug of caf and a datapad with the caption “just Centaxday tings” I’m purging this entire network

Parts: sir u just don’t understand ✨aesthetic✨

Gree (mod): boys, boys. please. some of us are trying to maintain a reputation here.

Bly: Reputation as what gree. The funky lil trooper figurines collector???

Wolffe: YOU PROMISED YOU’D STOP MENTIONING THE FIGURINES

CT-8364: With all due respect, sir. That’s such an L

Wolffe: Trip, right? Latrine duty. Now.

Bacara (mod): What’s an L?

Jesse (mod): ok ok back to business. shinies been saying some wild shit. translation thread starting now. drop your questions sirs

Boss (mod): What does “ate” mean? What did Rex eat on Umbara?

Rex: rations and sterile milk

Fives: shut the fuck up rex you can’t be that dense

Dogma: Wow, ARC title allows you to talk osik to your superior?

Jesse (mod): shut up dog

Echo: shut up dogma

Fives: SHUT UP, DOGMA!

Nax: Thanks, guys, he’s sulking again and stole the console. It was supposed to be my turn to play Battle Star.

Hardcase: i WILL beat him and he will SULK even more

Sinker (mod): “ate” -> Translation: He did well. Usage: “Captain Rex really ate during that campaign on Umbara 🔥”

Boss (mod): What’s the significance of eating and performing?

Fixer: @Scorch get him

Scorch: On my way! 🫵🏾🤣💥

Fi (mod): Okay i’m starting a new thread called “Fever Dreams” for funsies! Drop your weirdest dreams. go!

Comet: I dreamt I was a loaf of bread being sliced by General Plo. He was gentle.

CC-IMMUNE: dreamt i had to re-certify my shooting skills and the blaster was a frog. General Yoda had to tame it

Nate: Dreamt that Kit Fisto told me he was proud of me. I woke up sobbing

Jangotat: CT-92-1786, oh you’re the one who adopted my former name.

Bacara (mod): Not gonna happen, kid. @Nate

Advisor: Dear all, please avoid going to Mess Hall B98 at the Republic Military Base from 1300 to 1800 tomorrow. There will be a demolition experts meet up.

Cody (mod): Thank you, Addy.

Bacara (mod): Well noted.

Fox: Thanks. Please contact Thire for all base announcements.

Sev: what did i miss i was asleep

Jesse (mod): dreams. drop yours and be weird about it.

Sev: i dreamt i was in a hot spring on hoth with the Delta Squad. but the water was beer. Fixer had eggs for eyes. Scorch was a sentient kettle. Boss was Boss.

Fi (mod): EXACTLY the kind of sick shit I wanted

Ordo (mod): I always pick the wrong time modding

CT-78927: one time i dreamt we were all assigned emotions like that animated holofilm. i got “mild disappointment”, CT-78928 got “suppressed anger”

Bacara (mod): @Keeli aren’t those your kids?

Keeli: Yeah. The weird ones are mine, sir.

Hound: I had a dream where I adopted at least 60 massiffs

Wrecker: I DREAMT I WAS DATING A THERMAL DETONATOR and SHE WAS SHY BUT SWEET 🫵🏾 WHEN SHE BLEW UP, SHE SAID “I’M SORRY IT HAD TO BE THIS WAY” AND KISSED ME. BOOM! DREAM!

Crosshair: I’m banning you from sleeping in the armoury

Parts: dreamt i was in 79’s, but the band was made of Jedi. Obi-Wan on drums. Anakin on bass. Kit on guitar. Plo on keys. Mace crowd surfed. i got kicked in the face and thanked him 🫡

Thorn: i dreamt i was chasing paperwork and every time i got close it changed into a new form. i woke up and it was real

Fox: We shared the same dream, vod.

Gree (mod): last night i dreamt i was a lamp in the Jedi Council chamber.

Boss (mod): All of you need psychological help

Jesse (mod): Boss pls drop ur weird dream or we’re revoking ur mod card

Boss (mod): I dreamt I got demoted and had to lead base tours for civilians in @Part’s drag sash. Walon Vau hugged me, and I woke up sweating.

Ordo (mod): weirdest part is Vau showing affection

Fi (mod): ok that concludes Fever Dreams. you lot are unwell. i’m proud of us.

Alpha-17 (mod): Everyone logging into this thread is being scheduled for mandatory psych eval. Even me. Especially me.

Tup: okay but hear me out, what does it mean if i dreamt the clones were all in a musical called Buirmia! and Captain Rex had a solo called “Order 69” whilst Commander Fox tap danced in a turbolift in 1313 and Commander Cody did a duet with General Kenobi

Echo: it means we all need to go to sleep and never wake up

Omega: This looks fun! What are you guys talking about? 🤭

Echo: CLOSE YOUR EYES

Echo: WHO GAVE THE KID ACCESS?!

Hunter, Tech, Crosshair, and Wrecker left

Sister: This is why I told you it was a bad idea to join this broadcast @Emerie

Emerie left

[areyoufuckingcrazy]

askbox said requests open so in would you be open to doing like Corrie guard x teen reader (platonic/familial obv) where reader is just a troublemaker? Any Corrie is fine

“Of Course It’s You Again”

Corrie Guard x Reader

“You’re banned from five speeder shops, two undercity hover clubs, and a noodle stall, all in the same week. Impressive.”

Fox didn’t even look up from the datapad as he listed the offenses.

“I can explain the noodle stall,” you offered weakly from the holding bench.

“No need.” Thorn leaned in from the doorway, smirking. “The surveillance footage already went viral in the barracks. Who knew you could do a somersault over a steaming vat of soup?”

“It was more of a dive, really,” you muttered.

Fox sighed and finally looked up, helmet tucked under one arm, expression unreadable except for the twitch at his temple. The twitch meant you were pushing it — again.

“You’re fourteen. You should not be on Coruscant’s lower levels alone, let alone swinging from fire escapes with a stolen repulsorboard.”

“I didn’t steal it! I borrowed it. Temporarily. From a rich kid who told me I couldn’t land a trick over an alley gap.” You crossed your arms and tilted your chin. “Joke’s on him. I nailed it.”

“Then crashed through a skylight,” Thorn added helpfully.

“Into a meditation class,” Stone chimed in from the hallway, holding up your scratched-up backpack like it was evidence. “Disturbed twelve people’s inner peace.”

“They weren’t meditating that hard if my landing broke it.”

Fox pinched the bridge of his nose.

You didn’t mean to be trouble. Trouble just seemed to… find you. Or maybe you found it, like some kind of chaos-seeking missile disguised as a scrappy teenager.

Your parents? Gone. Some Senate program dumped you in the Core with a half-decent stipend and no real oversight. Which meant you ran wild. And after the third or fourth brush with disaster — usually involving unauthorized tech or questionable shortcuts through restricted zones — the Coruscant Guard had become a permanent fixture in your life.

Oddly enough, most of them knew you by name now.

And, you had to admit, you kinda liked it.

“Alright, let’s recap. You: jumped a restricted gate, repulsorboarded through a construction site, outran local security, crashed a meditation session, and then somehow ended up hiding inside Commander Thire’s speeder. Which you locked. From the inside.”

“You guys leave the keys in the ignition,” you said with a shrug.

“You hotwired it.”

“…I was trying to turn on the radio.”

Despite it all, they didn’t throw you in juvie. Or hand you off to CSF. Or abandon you to the undercity. No. Fox made you sit in his office with a data slate full of regulations and a mug of caf you weren’t allowed to drink because it was “stunt fuel” for someone like you.

Thorn let you mess with his blaster (unloaded, obviously) while telling you war stories with just enough exaggeration to keep you fascinated. Stone taught you how to rewire a security panel without frying it. And Thire?

Thire let you ride on the back of his speeder once — one time — and immediately regretted it when you whooped like a feral Tooka and tried to stand up mid-traffic.

⸻

It became a routine.

You got into trouble. They found you. Gave you a lecture. Sometimes scolded. Sometimes laughed. Always made sure you got home — or somewhere safe — in one piece.

And somehow, you started sticking around. More than you had to.

Helping Fox sort inventory (“Don’t touch the detonators.”)

Racing Thorn to the mess hall for late-night caf (“You cheat, kid — I saw that shortcut!”)

Even shadowing Stone during his rounds like some kind of half-official, half-feral cadet in training.

⸻

One night, after a quieter-than-usual stunt involving zero arrests but one unauthorized rooftop laser tag game, you found yourself in Fox’s office again.

Only this time, he wasn’t reading you the riot act.

He was quiet, typing something on his terminal, before sliding a small holochip across the desk.

“It’s a training access code,” he said. “To the sim rooms. Restricted hours. You want to waste all that adrenaline, might as well learn to use it properly.”

You blinked. “You want me to train? Like… seriously?”

“You’ve got good instincts. And you keep not dying, which is impressive. Might as well teach you how to not die more efficiently.”

You stared at him, for once, speechless.

“…Don’t make me regret it,” he added gruffly.

“No promises,” you grinned.

⸻

Months Later

You were still a menace. Still pulled dumb stunts. But now?

Now you had a Coruscant Guard ID badge clipped to your belt.

Now you ran errands for the boys during shift change.

Now you helped calibrate stun batons for practice.

Now they called you cadet half-joking, half-proud.

And when one of the shinies asked, “Who the hell is that gremlin in the mechanics bay?”

Stone just shrugged and said, “Ours.”

⸻

It started, like most of your bad decisions, with a dare.

It was supposed to be harmless. A quick dash across a speeder platform mid-rush hour. In and out. Show off a bit. Prove you still had it.

Only… the timing was wrong.

A repulsor malfunctioned. A speeder clipped another, and before you knew it, the skyway snarled into chaos. Shrieking brakes. Flashing lights. Civilians ducking for cover. Someone got clipped trying to pull their kid back.

All because you thought a five-second stunt would be funny.

⸻

“You could’ve killed someone.”

Fox’s voice was low. Worse than yelling. Worse than angry.

His helmet sat untouched on the desk as he paced in front of you, gloved hands clenched into fists.

You sat on the bench in the guard precinct like always — except this time, your hands were shaking.

“I know,” you whispered.

“Do you?” Thorn snapped from the doorway, arms folded tight across his chest. “Do you really? Because we pulled a woman out of a pile of durasteel who wouldn’t have even been there if you hadn’t been playing reckless little kriffing hero on a skyway meant for high-speed traffic—!”

“Thorn,” Fox said sharply. But he didn’t look at you. He couldn’t, yet.

Your throat closed up.

You weren’t crying. You weren’t. You never cried.

But the pressure behind your eyes burned like hell, and your lip wouldn’t stop trembling no matter how hard you bit it.

You’d messed up before — lots of times — but not like this.

Not with people hurt.

Not with Fox looking like he didn’t even know what to do with you.

“I didn’t mean—” your voice cracked. “I didn’t think it’d go that wrong.”

“You never think,” Thorn bit out. His voice had the sharp edge of fear tucked behind the anger. “That’s the problem.”

“I didn’t want anyone to get hurt!” You stood up suddenly, voice rising in raw panic. “I swear I didn’t—I just—I just—!”

Fox turned. His face was hard, but his voice came softer this time.

“You wanted to prove something.”

You froze.

“You wanted to remind them — remind us — you could still pull a trick. Still cause a stir. Still be ‘that kid’ everyone talks about.”

“I just didn’t want to fade out,” you muttered, eyes on the floor. “All the regs coming back from the war, all the shinies taking over, people forget me. I didn’t mean—”

“People could’ve died,” Fox said again, voice tight. “You’re lucky they didn’t.”

The silence that followed felt heavier than armor.

Then Fox exhaled, long and tired.

He knelt slightly so he could look you in the eye.

“And you’re lucky that woman only broke her arm. That her kid’s okay. That we were close enough to help.” He tapped your chest gently with a gloved finger — not harsh, just firm. “You’ve got too much heart and not enough sense sometimes, kid.”

Thorn walked closer too, rubbing the back of his neck like he hated what he was about to say.

“We like you, di’kut,” he muttered. “But karking stars, you scared the hell outta us today.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, voice barely audible. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t scare us for you,” Thorn said. “You scared us for everyone else. That’s what being responsible means — it ain’t about staying out of trouble. It’s about knowing your actions don’t just hit you. They hit everyone around you.”

You wiped your eyes before tears could actually fall, but Fox saw it anyway.

He stood and sighed again, this time with less weight.

“C’mere.”

You hesitated. Then stepped forward. He pulled you into a quick, solid hug — armor and all — and Thorn gave your back a solid thump.

“Doesn’t mean you’re off the hook,” Fox said into your hair.

“I figured.”

“You’ll be doing sim-room drills at 0500 for a week,” he added. “And writing apology letters to the civilians caught in the crash.”

You winced. “Even the one who called me a goblin?”

“Especially that one.”

“Ugh.”

“Welcome to consequences,” Thorn said dryly. “They suck. But you’ll live.”

⸻

Later, as you sat in the barracks with a steaming mug of stimcaf and an ice pack for your bruised ego, Thorn plopped down next to you.

He didn’t say anything for a minute. Just nudged your shoulder.

“Y’know… some people would’ve run.”

You glanced at him, confused.

“After something like that? You didn’t. You stayed. Took it on the chin. Faced it.”

“…Didn’t feel like I had a choice.”

“You did. And you made the right one.”

“…Does this mean you’ll let me ride the speeder again someday?”

“Don’t push your luck, menace.”

[se-sissy-lina04]

Sissy’s masterlist

Life in the CT-Cassa

1. The rooms of Fives, Jesse, Hardcase & Tup is a danger zone.

They have a meme wall shrine, a coffee table made of empty noodle boxes, and a string of lights that Hardcase put up by just shooting it into the ceiling.

Tup is the only one with any sense of taste. His room? Peaceful Zen. The rest? Chaos, pizza, and blaster parts.

2. The 212th has a balcony garden.

Cody, Boil, and Waxer built raised beds together.

Boil talks to the plants. Waxer has given them names.

Obi-Wan sometimes stops by, waters them with the Force, and pretends he has nothing to do with it.

3. The Coruscant Guard lives in a very strict, very fashionable penthouse.

They are basically the complex police.

Fox has a caff machine that can only be activated with a code.

Stone wears slippers with real fur. Thorn has golden napkin rings.

They have real art on the walls. When you visit them for dinner, you get a printed menu. (And they have the best wine.)

4. Echo and Kix have a sofa with charging function, massage, and cup holders.

Kix needs it for relaxing. Echo ordered it "by mistake" because he apperently was tired and didn't to read while ordering online. (Again)

They sit on it like old people, while Fives zooms by and asks, "Hey, have you seen my glowing socks?"

5. Clone Corridors = Mini-Cultural Centers.

The 501st floor has graffiti (Ahsoka approved).

The 212th floor has wall newspapers with "Plant of the Week."

The Guard has a carpet ban (Fox: "Too dangerous. Danger of slipping“)

He won‘t admit that it‘s because of that one time the 501st had a contest of who can slip the furthest with the rug and almost killed the caff machine.

Wolffe just installed a gym on the ground floor. No one approved it. No one removed it.

The ground floor is reserved for meetings, parties und BBQ.

6. Holidays are epic.

Life Day? Huge food orgy with international dishes.

Birthday of a general? Theme party.

Anniversary of the Civil Rights Award? "Freedom Fest" with speeches, cake, and fireworks in a cloak made from the Republic's flag.

7. They have an internal messaging system.

It's called: "CloneComm"

Jesse spams memes.

Cody posts "noise logs."

Fox deletes threads with "inappropriate content" three times a week. (It‘s mostly Fives and Jesse)

Tup posts sad poems. Fives comments with heart emojis.

8. New neighbors are like new recruits.

You're moving in? Within an hour:

Boil brings a plant.

Fives brings beer.

Cody brings rules.

Fox brings forms.

Rex doesn't say anything, but helps you set up the bed.

9. There is an internal competition: "Clone of the Month."

You get a photo on the wall and a week's worth of free coffee in the cafeteria downstairs.

Thorn has won three times. Fives? Never. Because he tries to hack the voting machine every time.

(Tup was once "Clone of the Month" – and gave a thank-you speech that made everyone cry.)

10. No one lives alone.

No matter how loud it is, no matter how full the laundry room is, or how strange your neighbor smells –

there's always someone who asks how you're doing.

Who brings you dinner. Or leaves the door open.

Because after everything they've been through, they know:

Home is where your squad is.

[vodika-vibes]

Fun facts about Rynn:

Before she became someone's Padawan, Rynn used to "sneak" out of the temple and bring feral animals back because they needed help.

She almost always had one of the Temple Guards shadowing her. Though they never tried to talk her out of bringing the feral animals back to the temple. They thought it was funny.

Rynn was banned from playing hide and seek with the other initiates. Why? Because she had/has a knack for finding hiding places that no one else can find. She was once lost in the lower levels of the temple for three days until Master Mundi found her.

She learned how to "hide" in the force when she was 10. The very next day, she was moved into Shadow classes.

Rynn's best friend, up until she meets Delta Squad, is a Toydarian Arms Dealer she calls Mama Ruby. Rynn always has the best and most illegal blasters.

When the Clone Wars started, Mama Ruby gifted Rynn an entire wardrobe made of armor weave, two blasters with illegal mods, and a knife stolen from a member of Death Watch.

Rynn introduced Mama Ruby to Delta squad several times, but after the first meeting Mama Ruby supplied them with clone armor painted beskar armor, more guns with illegal mods then they'll ever use, and stolen knives. She also gifted them a ship.

One of the first things Boss did after the Deltas started dating Rynn was give her a necklace with a tracking device in it. Fixer, that same week, gave her a bracelet with a tracker in it. And then Sev gave her a ring with a tracker in it. Finally, Scorch gave her a hair clip with a tracker in it.

They're all a little paranoid that she'll vanish on them. She did it a lot before they started dating.

Rynn has a sharp tongue. On more than one occasion, Fixer has had to clamp his hand over her mouth so she doesn't get shot or stabbed.

Rynn's favorite headscarf is one that Boss carefully made for her. It's a bit clumsy looking, and the embroidered flowers are messy, but Rynn would wear it every day if she didn't have to wash it.

Her favorite time of day is late in the evening, when she can cuddle up on the couch with whichever of her boys who's day it is, and steal kisses while they all watch a movie together.

[machinegunnerdave]

I dunno if there are still people in this fandom, but…

I’ve been rewatching Supernoobs and riding a major nostalgia wave, haha. The show definitely hits different than it did when I was 12!

Anyway, I wanna throw my hat into the fandom ring with some headcanons about the noobs playing dnd (something else that’s on my mind lately, haha):

Tyler: Forever stuck as the DM. The poor guy’s carefully prepped campaigns are usually completely thrown aside by the others’ hijinks. If he does get to play, he’s usually a paladin or cleric because hey, someone on this team needs to be a healer.

Shope: Usually a wizard. Keeps lots of notes about NPCs, quests, etc., but winds up forgetting important details anyway. Loves puzzles in dungeons

Kevin: Probably a fighter, but if he were some kind of spellcaster, he would absolutely try to get Tyler to let him do stupid magic shenanigans (“No, Kevin, you can’t put Mage Hand inside the dragon’s mouth”).

Roach: (Jokingly) banned from playing after tricking Tyler into letting him play as Shrek. Also runs chaotic one-shots from time to time.

Mem: Bard. Don’t ask me why. Just bard.

Zen: Artificer, because it’s the closest he’ll get to wielding blasters. He still doesn’t “get” the game but he joins in because he likes killing the monsters.

[icouldntfinditsoiwroteit]

The jedi archives rule II

Due to unfortunate events the rules have been updated, to go alongside this message, Master Fisto's hunt and subsequent funeral will be streamed in channel 4 of the temple at around the 17th hour of todays rotation.

(I warned you all but you didn't listen to me, now Master Fisto has to pay for his actions, may his foolishness serve as a reminder that Madam Nu is serious with her warnings)

The first part of the rules shall be uploaded here.

Please read them so you do not break any rules in a way that better be an accident.

Food is vehemently forbiden from coming near the archives, (we do NOT need another infestation)

Clones please ask for an archive credential at the main desk

Datapads can no longer leave the archives for longer than two days

You cannot take out more than five datapas per time

Clones are not allowed to take out datapads in the place of ANY jedi

No not padawans either

Cleaning crew is now to be acompanied by any helper

I do NOT want any patient hiding amongs them

Like for force sake really?? Do you have any idea how hard it is to deal with an angry healer???

Knight Skywalker please keep your...meetings with Senator Amidala out of the archives

Oh please who cares if I call him out? Everyone knows, we're just being nice

Knight Skywalker, Master Vos's rule now applies to you too

Padawan Kestis and any younglings or padawans of his size, please refrain from napping inside the datapad carts

I doubt any of you will find sleeping in the old archives comfortable

And we do no need an entire legion of clones almost tearing the temple apart to find you

Disapointingly this now also aplies to anyone small enough to get inside a datapad cart

THERE ARE KRIFFING SLEEPING CHAMBERS ALREADY!!

IF YOU MANIACS WON'T EVEN USE THEM THEN WHAT IT THE POINT??!

Slimy users of the archives, I have nothing against any of you, but please, for anything that is mighty, use the designated areas for you

Practive equipment is now banned from the archives

Blasters are now banned from the archive

Lightsabes are now banned from the archives

Knight Offee, Padawan Tano, Master Fisto, Master Yoda-

We shall now be conducting searches in specified padawans, knights and masters (You know who you are)

What is wrong with all of you???

Off duty Temple Guards, please I must insist and remind you that you must wear bells while in the archives

If I find the fucker who scared me last night it will be on kriffing sight!

Master Yoda you are formally banned until you apologize from bringing LIVE animals for lunch

It is not permited to make the datapads float with the force

Apologies Master Sinube I understand it's comfortable but after many have damaged datapas doing this we cannot allow it anymore

We must ask any species who uses echolocation to please ask for help to guide you in the archives

We can't afford 50% of the datapads shattering again, please

It has also been brought to our attention that Knight Skywalker's datapad suffered as much if not more than Master Kenobi's did but that he managed to fix them befor ereturning them

I'm not even mad, I'm actually impressed, Knight Skywalker, if you could drop by from time to time to aid in the fixing of the datapads we would apreciate it

....Fine and in return we will allow Master Kenobi to take out datapads again

Youngling Grogu is not allowed back in the archive until he returns the things he took

Yes I know they are shiny and he liked them, but we still need all of that, may I remind you all he tried to steal the archives core??? Just cause i was shiny and ball shaped!!!

There are now snack jars in the front desk for whenever Grisser comes, please give one to him if you see him

Master Windu please remind your troopers that you are the example of what NOT to do, when taking a datapad from the archives

Again permanently banned members must NOT enter the archives

Do you really want Madam Nu to take her riffle out? 

Really?

Formal protocol for when Madam Nu takes her rifle out shall be sent to your personal comms in an hour

On a last note, if you fill this rules are targeted and personal, it's because they are :)

Sincerily Master Astar 

Take that Skywalker

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Skeleton meets a llama for the first time in his life, in a zoo or a farm. The llama proceeds to immediately spit at his face. For the main 10.

Undertale Sans - He was genuinely startled by this, as he never expected that fluffy creature to suddenly spit at his face. Sans learned his lesson though. He's staying very far from these things now.

Undertale Papyrus - He screams in shock and takes two steps backward. Then he blushes to death as Undyne starts to laugh at him like a hyena. That's not funny! That thing attacked him! Ew. He has to change his T-shirt as well. And clean his face. And take a shower. He hated every second of it.

Underswap Sans - You're trying to intidimate him? Well, he's not! Blue jumps above the fence, screaming like a warrior, and jumps on the back of the poor llama for an unforgettable rodeo. He got banned from the park soon after but doesn't regret anything.

Underswap Papyrus - He got so scared he fainted lol. No one told him llamas could do this! He didn't expect it to attack it when he only wanted to pet it, since for once it's an animal he's not allergic to. He's going to hug a guinea pig for an entire hour in the farm area to recover.

Underfell Sans - He gives a death glare to the llama as his brother and Undyne starts to laugh at his misery. The llama just made a mortal enemy that day. The next time Red sees it, it's dead.

Underfell Papyrus - He overreacts and summons two huge blasters to defend himself, making everyone around him run in fear. Children are screaming, adults are running, and he starts his epic music playlist on his phone as he jumps over the fence to have his cool boss battle.

Horrortale Sans - Oh, ok :( Oak is just sad he got rejected. He lowers his head and leaves to see other animals, looking sad. Fortunately, he quickly forgets the accident as soon as he befriends an entire wolf pack.

Horrortale Papyrus - No you don't! He grabs the llama by the ear, walks above the fence, and drags it in time out in its stable. He lectures the traumatised llama the entire time, in front of a lot of people in complete shock. You don't spit on people, that's rude.

Swapfell Sans - He hisses angrily and claws the llama's face back. That's right! Run away, stupid primitive creature! He's the dominant male around here! Nox got really offended by the spitting.

Swapfell Papyrus - He spits back at the llama instinctively. He got a little bit jumpscared and did the first thing that came to his mind honestly. He's even a little in shock after doing that.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Uh oh. Wine is NOT happy. That wild beast ruined his handmade dress and it contaminated him with its saliva. Wine is horrified. He doesn't want to die! What if he caught rabies?! He stomps to the entrance of the zoo. If he's going to die soon, he's getting a refund.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He is frozen in shock. He thought the llama wanted a hug :( He's so so disappointed. He's just standing there, looking sad. Waiting for someone to notice he's sad to give him a hug :(