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[da3dm]

Trick or treat!

Treat!

Your oc and mine! MWAHAHAHA

[stealingpotatoes]

Ummmm if I give you 6116 potatoes can you make a fanart of kix my boy 🥺🥺🥺

kix always deserves more fanart so i'll ignore my usual aversion to requests and i shall take your 6116 potatoes <3

(commission info // tip jar!)

[misstoodles-doodles]

Patching Up & Post-Mission Debrief (AU)

AKA a 3 character sketch that got way WAY out of hand.

Close ups:

[chiliger]

Guhwuh I stumbled across your blog and 1 primo art my dude and 2 finally someone who can see my vision that is (okay so I’m v new to Transformers and I’ve really only seen TFOne but I like to think I’ve got the spirit)

Ratchet Transformers and Kix CloneWars. Same personality. They would either be best buds or hate each other

1. Hehe Thank you 🧡

2. How the heck did you get in my brain for a Clone Wars/Transformers crossover? 😆

See, I personally believe that Ratchet and Kix would have a professionally cordial relationship. Being as they are both war medics, they share an understanding for each other’s work, even if the respective biology is completely different. They’re not friends, but I don’t think they would butt heads, either.

It sure as hell would take Kix a while to get used to the idea of sentient mechs, though…

Also like, imagine if Ratchet got curious enough about the clones, he did his little bit of personal research and scanned a few dozen of them for funsies~~

[the-bi-space-ace]

This is a real and very serious question that I need the answer to

What is your favorite clone’s soda (diet or regular) of choice? no soda is also a good answer I just want to hear your thoughts

[ghostymarni]

Hey, how are you ? I love your art sooooo much. Its so realistic ! You draw hands so perfect. I'm jealous 😂 Do you draw more 501st like Kix ? Have a good day !

hi vod, I’m great! ✨💙 thank you so much 😭 I’m obsessed with drawing hands, so I try to practice it anytime I can (also hand kink who said that)

have a tired medic 😘

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[tennessoui]

32. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” --- pleeeeeeease <3

of course!!

[from this list of prompts]

[5. 'are you jealous' - 27. 'i'm pregnant' - 44. 'if you die, i'm gonna kill you' - 41. 'you did all of this for me?' - 46. 'hey, have you seen...? oh']

32. 'i think i'm in love with you and i'm terrified'

Anakin looks torn to see him, flesh fingers flexing on the edge of the door. "Obi-Wan," he acknowledges, voice strained. "I'm not--really in the mood tonight. I'm sorry, but..."

"I'm not really in the mood either," Obi-Wan is quick to assure him, stepping forward in a calculated movement that brings him much too close to Anakin's body. He doesn't think Anakin will go so far as to close his door in Obi-Wan's face, but it's been a long day for everyone involved. Better to be safe than sorry, better to get an elbow over the door so it can't properly be closed.

Not, it's important to say, because Obi-Wan wants to fuck Anakin tonight. Or--alright, yes, a part of Obi-Wan always wants to sleep with Anakin in whatever way and form he's allowed. Having discovered two months ago that Anakin is both willing and desperate for the same sort of stress-relief that Obi-Wan has been needing since the start of the war, they've fallen into bed together more than twenty times. Almost every night of every mission they've completed together since that very first night where Obi-Wan'd almost knocked over the walls of his canvas tent pushing Anakin up against it to kiss him filthy and grimy and beautiful.

Something about what he's thinking must flash across his face because Anakin frowns at him distrustfully even as he steps aside and allows him entrance.

That look--equal parts disbelieving and skeptical--gets under Obi-Wan's skin almost more than anything else Anakin could have said. "I'm not," he snaps as he steps further into Anakin's quarters.

They're unpersonalized, the quarters of a war general rather than Anakin Skywalker, but that's to be expected. One does not make a home on a warship; not even Anakin.

Anakin gives a lopsided shrug, purposefully insouciant. His mech arm had taken a heavy hit today, a blaster bolt that would have seared through flesh had he not already lost the limb years ago. The connectivity must still be damaged. It is, all told and considering the near misses they've encountered today, an easy fix.

Obi-Wan clears his throat and cuts his eyes away from Anakin's figure, turning instead to examine the tiny room that is a perfect match for his own. "I am and always will be your master first, Anakin," he says stiffly. "And today you almost lost your padawan. Of course I came to check on you. I know intimately well how you may be feeling."

"Don't say that," Anakin says, crossing his flesh arm over his chest. The mech arm twitches again, though it doesn't move. "That's banthashit."

His response and the vehemence behind it makes Obi-Wan blink and move towards him. "I visited the medbay first," he says kindly, cupping his hand around the muscle of Anakin's bicep. "Kix says she will be out of the bacta tank first thing tomorrow, back to full capabilities within the week."

But Anakin's dissatisfaction does not waver, and his eyes only narrow as he moves away from Obi-Wan. "You're not my master anymore, Obi-Wan," he says instead. Spits the words out in fact.

They land like a blaster shot to the heart. "Of course I'm not," Obi-Wan hears himself say woodenly. "I--I know that you are a Jedi Knight of your own standing, I just meant---"

"I'm your equal," Anakin says, rounding on him with a strangely bright fire burning in his eyes. "I'm your equal now, and I refuse--you are not my master--I am not your padawan first. If I were, I'd have no idea what your spit felt like on my cock."

Obi-Wan blinks again at the sudden vulgarity and then understands. Anakin, who has almost lost his padawan in a firefight, who allowed his padawan into a speeder only for her to crash it into a rock ledge and almost fall to her death, is not in the mood for sweet words tonight. He is not in the mood for gentle touches or desperate sex.

He is in the mood for a fight.

But Obi-Wan has just spent an entire week fighting in a campaign that has almost ended so disastrously that he doesn't even have the words for what could have happened. He doesn't even have the heart to think them. He is tired of fighting.

He just wants to care for Anakin, on any level and in any way the other man will allow.

So he dips his head and says quietly, "Of course not, dear one, I only meant that in my time as a Jedi, I have also experienced incredible amounts of worry about my padawan being in harm's way and getting hurt because of it. Just because you are many, many things to me these days that you never were then does not mean I've forgotten how it felt to worry over you. I--"

I love you, are not words he's ever had to swallow down before, simply because he's never truly felt the urge to say them.

Except now. Except since they've started this exercise in stress relief that has given Obi-Wan a thousand new ways to learn and explore his padawan and the man he's becoming. Has become.

Thankfully, Anakin doesn't seem to notice the sudden end to his sentence, too caught up as he is in the remnants of his fear. The anger has left him as suddenly as it arrived, and he runs his working hand through his hair in futile dismay.

"I couldn't do anything to save her," he says. His voice is raw as a wound whose scab has been picked to bleed a hundred times over. "If the battle hadn't finished when it did--I wouldn't have been able to--I could do anything. What sort of master does that make me?"

Obi-Wan takes a risk and lets his hand rise to cup Anakin's cheek. The man's eyes lock to his immediately, naturally. "It makes you a master like all the rest of us," he murmurs. "You'll save her later. And in the coming days, you'll take care of her as you can. It won't make up for her pain, but there is no scorecard, truly. Eventually, you'll realize that on your own."

Anakin's eyes slide closed as he pushes his face into Obi-Wan's touch, allowing it. Obi-Wan wonders how many more months have to pass before the simple fact that Anakin allows his touch does not feel like a miracle.

"Now, may I help you ready for bed? It's late--you should wait til tomorrow to finish work on your arm."

And, miracle upon miracles, Anakin allows him to strip him, help him wash, brush his hair, dress him, and help him into bed. When he turns to leave, mission of taking care of his padawan thoroughly accomplished, Anakin's working hand reaches out and catches him around the wrist.

The plea in his eyes is silent, though loud in the first. Obi-Wan quietly disrobes himself and slides under the utility covers next to Anakin.

The boy falls asleep in minutes.

I am not your padawan first, Obi-Wan thinks privately with a silent scoff as he brushes a loose piece of hair away from Anakin's eyes.

Anakin will always be Obi-Wan's padawan first. He will always be Obi-Wan's to care for, provide for, teach and comfort. His capability to become many, many other things to Obi-Wan does not diminish that one truth.

Anakin will always be Obi-Wan's padawan first, because--because that is the one label Obi-Wan has for him that he knows he'll never lose. It is the one way that Obi-Wan knows he is allowed to care for him that Anakin will never turn away from.

No matter what other feelings about him Obi-Wan finds himself choking back and drowning in. No matter how Anakin may feel about the fact that Obi-Wan has gone and fallen in love with him despite the casual nature of their sexual encounters. One day, he may lose Anakin's attention. One day he may never again be invited to share Anakin's bed, breath, and spit.

But he will always be his former padawan, no matter how else he loves him or loses him.

"Anakin," he murmurs quietly, just to check. The boy doesn't even grumble, doesn't even twitch.

"Anakin," Obi-Wan says again, just to taste his name. Stress relief is one of the stupidest phrases in the entire galaxy, he decides. right up there with I am not your padawan first.

"Anakin," Obi-Wan whispers, sure now that the other is asleep. Sure now that he may speak the words he has swallowed for far too long. "I believe...well. I'm in love with you. It terrifies me."

Anakin is silent, sleeping soundly, his Force signature tangled around his master's--so entwined that if Obi-Wan took a measure less comfort from it, he'd be terrified by that as well.

[vodika-vibes]

Hi Vodika,

I saw your post about ideas for post stacis kix. I have one if you want to throw it out the window you can.

What if during the clone war kix ended up getting together with a witch that has a really long life/immortal. They talk about how after the war she will turn his life span to match hers so they can be together forever. But obviously kix goes missing and the witch goes looking for him for all those years and almost gives up hope/gave up that he's still alive until she hears about some guy who looks a bit like a clone.

That's the idea hope it sparks something💖

I Will Wait

Summary: As an immortal, you were warned that you could only share your immortality with one other person. Your mother chose your father. Your grandmother chose your grandfather. Your brother chose his husband. And you chose Kix. Only, before you could actually share your gift with him, he vanished. For years you clung to the glimmer of hope that he might still live, but it’s been 50 years, and you’re starting to give up.

Pairing: Post Stasis Kix x Witch/Immortal! F Reader

Word Count: 2064

Warnings: Angsty in some places

A/N: So the first part is in the reader's POV and the second half is in Kix's POV and there's not really a lot of romance here, but I think it's sweet. I hope you like it! Also, if you're name is on my tag list and you're not getting tagged, I think it's something on your end. Some names I just can't tag.

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You never thought that you would become that witch.

The one who lives in the woods, with nothing more than the animals you need to stay alive.

And yet, here you are.

Your only companionship, these days, are the chickens and cows you need for eggs and milk. Oh sure, sometimes your brother visits with his husband and their three kids, but those visits are becoming more and more rare now that the kids are adults in their own right.

You can’t stand the pitying looks that they give you.

And, on the most recent visit, your brother-in-law tried to sit down with you, to talk to you about how you can’t wait for Kix forever. That, as a clone, the odds of Kix having survived the war in the first place are astronomically low, but that it’s been 50 years and even if Kix had survived the war, he clearly didn’t want anything to do with you—

Well, you didn’t appreciate that conversation.

And your brother didn’t appreciate the fact that you broke his husband’s nose.

That was the last time your brother visited. Sure, he admitted that his husband was out of line, but he was just trying to help. Your brother also admitted that his husband’s brand of help wasn’t very helpful. Your brother-in-law reached out, once, to apologize.

But the damage had already been done.

You elected to bar your home from your brother’s family.

At this point, the only people who visit you are the women of the local village. They come to you for advice and medical care. And, on two separate occasions, help getting away from their abusive husband.

You’ve not been labeled “witch” as of yet, but you know it’s only a matter of time.

For now, though, the mothers of the village are happy to let you watch their children while they’re working. It’s a fair trade, in the end. The children get an education, as you teach them letters and numbers and how to recognize poisonous mushrooms from the safe ones, and as payment the village gives you cloth, to make clothes out of, and seeds, to grow in your garden.

“Miss!” One of the little boys chirps as he scrambles over to you covered in dirt and leaves, as little children are meant to be, “I finished tilling your garden!”

You smile at him, “Very helpful, thank you.”

“You’re welcome!” He beams at you, showing off his missing front teeth, “Can I plant the seeds now?”

“Wouldn’t you rather have a reading lesson?”

“Not really, reading is hard. The words get all jumbled and mixed up.”

You nod your understanding, “Alright. Well, I think I want to grow tomatoes this year. The seeds are in the shed.”

His grin widens before he turns and runs off to the shed, and you watch as he pulls open the door and vanishes into the structure, before you turn to look at his mother, who’s sitting across from you sipping some tea.

“Is the tea helping?”

The woman, older looking than much younger than you in truth, releases a relieved sigh, “Much better, yes.” She sets the mug on the table and places her hand over her swollen stomach, “The nausea wasn’t half as bad last time,” She admits with a laugh.

“I’ll make some packets for you to make at home. It’s just ginger and lemon, so it won’t cause any issues in the long run.”

“What would we do without you,” She shakes her head, “Honestly, at this point you offer better medical care than the doctor does.”

You wave your hand dismissively, “Ginger works for nausea, but you need antibiotics for other things.”

“True enough,” She agrees, “I’m so glad that you worked with the village doctor to convince people that vaccines are necessary.” The woman falls silent as she picks up her mug and takes another sip, “Oh, have you heard?”

You glance up from your knitting, “I don’t get much news out here.” You don’t even have a radio, it’s just too depressing.

“Oh, right.” She clears her throat, “Well, rumor has is that there’s a clone working with the Resistance.”

You lower the sweater you’re making, “A clone? As in from the Clone Wars?”

“The one and the same.” She leans in, “You have to wonder where’s he been, right? I mean, all the clones should be dead by now.”

“Not all of them,” You murmur, thinking about Boba Fett on Tatooine and the Skirata Clan on Mandalore, ���but most of them.”

“Can you imagine having been alive when they were all over the place?” She leans in like she’s sharing a secret, “My grandmother says that they were all incredibly attractive.”

A small smile lifts your lips, the memory of Kix leaning against the wall next to you as he whispers future plans in your ear drifting to the front of your mind for a moment, “Well,” You reply as you lift your sweater, “Jango Fett was an attractive man, or so they say.”

The conversation cuts off there, as her son pokes his head out of the storage, “Miss! I can’t reach the seed bags.”

“Alright, I’m coming.”

But, even as you head towards the shed, you can feel the stirrings of hope in your heart. Maybe, just maybe, Kix is still alive.

“You’re really good at this,” Fin says cheerfully as he sits on a table and watches Kix work, “Like, you’re not even looking.”

Kix pauses from where he’s assembling a rifle, and shoots the younger man a look, “Would you have to look to assemble it?”

“No,” He shrugs, “But I was a Stormtrooper.”

“And the Stormtroopers were based on the Clone Troopers.” Kix reminds him, as he snaps the last piece into place, “But would it kill you to teach Rey and Poe about weapon maintenance?”

“Probably.” Fin replies, “I’m still working on teaching Rey that showering daily is a thing she can do.”

“You should probably leave that to Leia...uh, General Solo. Sorry.”

Fin makes a face, “She’s easier than dealing with Poe, honestly. You know he uses a grease rag to wipe sweat off his face?” The younger man sounds genuinely aggrieved about that fact.

“That’s what grease monkeys do, Fin. That hasn’t changed in the last 50 years, and it probably never will.”

“If your brothers tried to clean their face using a grease rag, would you let them get away with it?”

“Hell no. I’d kick their asses. But you’re nicer than me.” Kix sets the newly assembled rifle down on the table, and picks up the next one. This one is actually clean, probably one of Fins.

“Can I ask you a question?” Fin asks, after a moment of silence.

“Sure, but I might not answer.”

“Right, right.” He pauses and shifts uncomfortably, “Do you miss them? Your brothers, I mean. And your old General?”

Kix pauses, and then he sighs, “You know, you’re the first person to actually ask.”

“Yeah, well...you’re kind of intimidating.”

“I miss them everyday.” Kix says with a tired smile, “The General, my General, wasn’t the man he turned into. I never knew the man he became. I wish Luke and Leia had met the man I knew.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—” Fin hesitates, “Actually, I have another question.”

“Yeah?”

“Does it make me a bad person for missing my...my brothers too?”

At that, Kix sets the rifle he’s been messing with back on the table, “You mean the soldiers you were raised with.”

“Yeah. We weren’t...weren’t brothers, not like you and your brothers. But I lived with them. Trained with them. Spent every waking moment with them—”

“Blood doesn’t matter so much, in the long run, Fin.” Kix interrupts, “And anyone who tells you that you’re a bad person for missing your family? They’re not worth your time.”

“But—”

“And if they continue, send them to me. I’ll set them straight.”

“...you know you’re actually terrifying, right?”

“Good.”

The two former soldiers fall silent for a moment, and the Fin speaks, “So...did you have a girl, before?”

“We’re not having this conversation.”

“You did! What was she like?”

Kix sighs, “She was…kind. Warm. Good.”

“Have you reached out to her?” Fin asks, and then he pauses, “Oh, right, 50 years. She’s probably a grandmother now.”

Kix laughs softly, “No. No she wouldn’t be. But no, I didn’t. I don’t even know where she is. She’s always preferred a nomadic life.”

“You must miss her?”

“I miss a lot of things, Fin. If I had to stand here and list them all, we’d be here all day.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it, you’re curious. That’s not a bad thing.” He smirks, “Just really kriffing annoying.”

Fin laughs, “Thanks, that’s my superpower.”

Kix flashes a small smile, “You know, you’d have fit right in with my brothers, Fin.” And his grin widens as Fin ducks his head bashfully.

Fin might not be a vod but he’s pretty damned close, in Kix’s opinion. And, for now, that’s good enough.

And so, time moves on, and Kix slowly adjusts to the modern time, and the similarities...as well as the differences.

Then, early one morning, General Leia Solo stops him while he’s on his way to the shooting range. She has an odd look on her face, “Kix,”

“Ma’am?”

It’s hard to look at her and not see Anakin and Padme, so Kix tries not to look at her when she talks to him.

“You have a visitor.”

“...I do?”

“Yes, you were asked for by name.” She watches him for a moment, “Follow me.” She leads him through the base, and then stops in front of one of the receiving rooms far away from the war room. “In here.”

“Thanks,” Kix replies, waiting until she leaves before he pushes open the door.

He knows who she is the moment he sees her.

She looks the same, after all.

Well, her hair is a little longer, and her clothes look like they’re handmade, rather than store bought.

But it’s still her.

“Cyare?” The pet name falls from him without his permission as he steps into the room properly, and allows the door to shut behind him.

She turns to look at him, and for a moment she just watches him, and then a smile lifts her face. The same smile he fell in love with all those years ago. “Kix, you’re actually here.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I am. I—” He trails off as a lump forms in his throat, “Cyare, I’m sorry I’m late.” He swallows around the lump, “I got lost.”

Her smile widens and she moves closer to him, stopping only a couple of inches away from him, “It’s okay,” She reaches up and brushes her fingers against his jaw, “The road has a lot of twists, and you showed up eventually.”

“I just...I really wanted to marry you, cyare.”

“Do you no longer want to?” She asks, her voice light.

“Of course I do. But...it’s been fifty years—”

Understanding crosses her face, “Oh, you silly man. I would have waited forever for you to come back to me.”

She moves a little closer to him, until her chest is pressed against his, and her other hand comes up to press against his cheek. Kix can’t help himself from cradling her face as well, wanting—needing—her as close as possible.

“You still love me?” He asks.

“I never stopped.” She replies.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“That’s not your decision to make.”

Kix presses his forehead against hers, she’s smells of something vaguely floral, and he has a million questions he wants to ask, but he can’t seem to get a single one to form, “I missed you so much.” He says instead, “Even when I wasn’t aware, on some level I still missed you.”

“I missed you too.” She whispers, “Every second of every day, I missed you.”

“How did you survive?” Kix blurts, “Palpatine—”

“—Never knew about us.” She reassures, “We remained hidden, and safe.”

“Good. That’s—that’s good.” Kix didn’t even realize that had been weighing on him, but now that he knows she’s safe, he finds himself leaning heavily against her, “Cyare?”

“Hm?”

“Will you marry me?”

And a laugh falls from her pretty lips, “Of course I will, Kix. I love you, after all.”

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[sexy-clone-contest-2025]

Can I nominate Kix 501st for the sexy clone contest 🙏🏽 he's my favorite medic and he looks a lot better before he shaved his hair lmao

Don't worry Kix will definitely be part of the contest! He's got a few alternative looks so those will apear in reblogs!

[astra-galaxie]

Hi Astra!!!

Did you notice that the powers that the members of Ad Astra gained after taking the superhuman serum are references to their personalities or stories?? Look:

• Christian Bateman - A cold-hearted sadist gained cryokinetic powers.

• Joe Warren - Deputy Mayor and later Mayor of the city that manipulated things in favor of Ad Astra acquired telekinesis.

• Julia Brine - President of the company that would distribute Protozane throughout the city received the power to create a poisonous gas.

• Rozetta Pierre - Leader of the group, President of DreamLife and technology genius was, in many quotes, blessed with electrokinesis.

Three more questions:

A) What would Louis Leroux's power be??

B) If the new Ad Astra had taken the serum, what would each of their powers be??

C) The canon (In Breaking News) implied that the original Ad Astra didn't care about the new generation of the group, but what about in your universe?? Would Rozetta and the others have any real intention of taking the new quintet on a mission to lead the "flock" as equals??

I just don't ask what the codenames of the new generation would be because not even in the first generation did the codenames have any special meaning.

Hi Sereno!

I knew with the rise in Ad Astra and The Conspiracy content, it was only a matter of time before I got an ask related to them! Let me organize my answers and get on with them!

For your observation about the Ad Astrans’ powers:

I did notice that!

However, when I first played The Conspiracy, Rozetta's power was the only one that made sense to me, since it's electrokinesis, and, as you said, she's a tech genius! Joe's made sense, too, but not as much as Rozetta's. As for Christian and Julia, I didn't get the references for a long time.

With Christian, I thought ice was weird since he killed Meera with LAVA, so I guess I almost expect fire to be his power. But after realizing his cold-heartedness more clearly, the ice started to fit better.

As for Julia, the poison seemed even more wrong given that her career is in agriculture, you know, GROWING things to sustain life, so her having a deadly gas seemed the complete opposite of her! But again, with her hand in distributing Protozane to Grimsborough via contaminated corn, it becomes a little more understandable, but still the strangest choice in my opinion.

For the other three questions:

A) What would Louis Leroux's power be??

I see invisibility as a good possibility for his power. I know the others have more offensive abilities, so I decided to think of a defensive power for Louis. I also considered telepathy (mainly as a complement to Joe's telekinesis), but invisibility seemed a more fitting choice. I picked it because, as a reporter, Louis is often sneaking around to gather information, sometimes going "incognito" if possible. So, I considered giving him the ability to turn invisible, as it would provide him with a more significant advantage in sneaking around and collecting information.

But another power could be fire manipulation. I saw this once in a fan art, and it was also a suggestion from my friend @asharkapologist. Her logic is that since he's a reporter and during his interview with Rooney, we see that he makes inflammatory remarks to Rooney to try to get a reaction out of him. Additionally, reporters, especially unethical ones like him, often try to fan the flames of polarization and divide in their coverage.

(I take no credit for the fire idea. Side note, I decided on invisibility before that post by @your-local-chaotic-cryptid, wondering what Louis’s power might be, and I promise I was not trying to copy anyone with my answer. All of the suggestions were great, and I enjoyed reading about what others thought Louis would get for a power.)

B) If the new Ad Astra had taken the serum, what would each of their powers be??

Ah, jeeze, I barely remember anything about these guys to begin with, let alone potential powers to match them!😅

It's a good thing I have a friend with a much better memory of The Conspiracy than I do! HUGE shoutout and thank you to @asharkapologist!💖 I take very little credit for these answers, as she was the one who came up with the majority of these powers!💖

(I’m allowed to phone a friend sometimes, let me keep my sanity, please!😭)

Dorothy Kix - Shapeshifting

As seen during “Pain In The Neck,” Dorothy likes to be in control of her appearance and doesn’t appreciate people trying to dictate how she should look. So, it would be fitting that she gains the power to change her appearance at will, from eye colour to body shape and even clothing. She could easily blend in anywhere and hide by changing her appearance like a chameleon.

Azeeb Patel - Healing

Given that Azeeb was the most compassionate Junior Ad Astran who also felt guilt for torturing Kevin Charles, gaining the ability to heal injuries seems sorta fitting. Of course, there would be disadvantages to this power. While healing personal injuries might be easy, healing others could drain Azeeb’s energy, depending on the severity; the worse the injury, the more energy it takes to heal.

Courtney Guerra - Homing (I take credit for this answer)

Okay, so I decided to change Shark’s suggestion for Courtney, which was telekinesis, since that’s Joe’s power, and I wanted to see if I could find something different for her. But, I did take inspiration from Shark’s reasoning, which was that the idea came from Courtney playing paintball and shooting targets at high speeds.

Have you ever read or watched My Hero Academia? If so, you know the character Snipe? His Quirk is what I’m using as inspiration for Courtney’s power. Courtney’s power would be to lock on and hit any target she can see up to a certain distance using any projectile weapon. (But guns would be her primary weapon.)

Lucius Roth - Pain Manipulation

Now, for maybe the most sadistic member of Junior Ad Astra! Due to Lucius’s obsession with torture, he could gain the power to inflict pain on others without causing physical injuries. For instance, he could make it feel like someone just broke their leg without damaging the bone. It could either be done by him touching the person or by telepathic means.

Polly O'Brien - Fire or Illusions (the second one is my idea)

If Louis can't have fire powers, we'll give them to Polly! Honestly, it's mainly because she's a redhead and was a suspect in Louis's murder, aka, a fiery, explosive death via lightbulb!

But I did come up with an alternative power idea! (Yes, this one is of my own creation.) Illusions. During Polly’s arrest in “Lashing Out,” she makes a comment about the police falling for her innocent act, like most people do. This led me to think she could gain the ability to create illusions to trick people and fool them into believing what she wants them to see.

Thanks again, Shark, for letting me steal these ideas! You saved me from a BIG headache!💖🦈💖

C) The canon (In Breaking News) implied that the original Ad Astra didn't care about the new generation of the group, but what about in your universe?? Would Rozetta and the others have any real intention of taking the new quintet on a mission to lead the "flock" as equals??

Ah… I’m gonna need to watch a playthrough of that case before I answer this…😅

K! That’s done, now onto the answer!✨

I don't think the original Ad Astra didn't care about the new generation; rather, they didn't think they were ready to be on the same level as them. After all, Rozetta trusted them to carry out her order to kill Kevin Charles, and if she didn't care about them, I highly doubt she would have even acknowledged their existence! Least of all, let them use the Ad Astra title! So she must have at least thought something good about them, even if it was minimal. As for the other Ad Astrans, if Rozetta thought Jr. AA was good enough to carry the legacy, the others (okay, maybe not Bateman, but it's Bateman, does his opinion really count?) probably approved of them, or at least agreed to let the next generation bear their title. Still, I think OG AA (specifically Rozetta) was testing Jr. AA to see if they could be suitable successors before fully welcoming them as equals.

Overall, I don’t think OG AA saw Jr. AA as equals, at least not yet, but that doesn’t mean they didn’t care about the next generation. I think OG AA viewed the next generation as having the most potential to become their equals one day and may have chosen to hold them back to protect their legacy, as seen when Rozetta and Julia broke out of prison but left Polly (and presumably the other Jr. AA members) behind. Likewise, with Louis choosing to betray Polly in his escape plans, even though she was angry about it, I think he decided to do it to protect her, showing at least some care towards the next generation, since she would have been safer in prison than on the run with OG AA.

OG AA knew they were taking a risk by breaking out of prison and going on the run, especially once Louis was dead. So, I think they left Jr. AA behind, in case anything happened to them, so the next generation would still be alive to continue their mission. After all, as we see in the game, Denise didn’t pursue Jr. AA and instead targeted the original members, thus preserving the legacy of Ad Astra. (At least theoretically.)

Additionally, by OG AA leaving Jr. AA behind, it may have been a tactic to deceive others into thinking they didn’t care about them, so that Denise wouldn’t waste time pursuing them and instead focus her efforts on only hunting down the original members. So they may have at least cared a LITTLE about the next generation, even if it wasn’t to the point of “I’d die to protect you” level of caring.

As for my series, it's honestly too early to say how OG AA feels about Jr. AA beyond what I just stated! I have nowhere NEAR that much planned for S5 since I'm still working on S4. I do have some basic notes for things I want to happen, but I haven't even figured out WHEN those things will happen! I don't have as much planned in advance as you may think I do.😅 Seriously, I'm STILL making changes and coming up with new things for S4!😭

Send help, please…😭

Codenames:

Thank you for not asking me to come up with codenames for the rest of Ad Astra and Junior Ad Astra! My theme may be space, but I’m not in the mood to try and make constellation codenames for all of them! At least not anytime soon!😅

FINALLY! I have answered this ask! I’m so, so SO sorry it took me so long! It was such a brainteaser that I had to pick away at it for WAY too long!😭

Of course, people are welcome to share and add their thoughts on any part of this! Despite my name, I’m no Ad Astra expert (I was Astra first!), so I’d love to hear others’ ideas, especially those who know Ad Astra better than I do!✨

Thank you for the ask, Sereno, and I promise I haven’t forgotten about your other questions in my inbox!

And another BIG THANK YOU to my friend Shark for helping me with this! I couldn't have done it without you!💖🦈💖🦈💖🦈

P.S. Just a weird behind-the-scenes fact I wanted to add. Spellcheck kept wanting to change "Leroux" to "L'Amour" for some unknown reason. Just wanted to add that for fun.

[keldabekush]

You think with accelerated aging/growth in clones there's other aspects affected by it??

Like do their hair and nails grow faster?

Would they be more prone to degenerative illnesses and mental issues???

So much to think about..................

Oh i hadnt considered that before but degenerative illnesses must be sped up too surely.... idk about hair because on the one hand it would make sense i guess if it did grow faster but then also imagine having to shave like twice a day every day. Three day beard that you can braid. Obi wan kenobi on a deserted star ship like "where the hell are all my troops" theyre in the bathroom. Shaving again. Cody's trying out a moustache this afternoon

[somestorythoughts]

Dehydration

Back with some vampire clones!

Echo's throat feels like the air on a desert planet. The nutrients the Techno Union were giving him must have been high in iron or something, because he's well aware that blood brothers don't survive this long with only rations, but he's still so thirsty.

"Rex. Thirsty."

His Captain glances around the room automatically before he turns back to Echo. The General navigating with Tech, it's only vod here. "Blood or water?" He murmurs, the arm around Echo's shoulder's squeezing gently.

"Blood. Please?"

The sergeant - crap what was his name? - glanced up. "You're, what did that medic call them? A redder brother?"

"Blood or redder brother." Rex confirmed. "If you're unfamiliar I guess you don't have any bitten with you?" Bitten, their terms for brothers who are willing to be go-to's for all the blood brothers. Fives had been one.

"I'm not sure what that means?"

Rex grimaced. "How close are we to the Resolute?"

"Tech!" The Sargent calls. "What's our ETA?"

"Twenty-five minutes!" Is the shouted response. The other two troopers are watching, clearly curious.

"And time to get to the medbay." Rex adds. "Thirty minutes Echo. Can you hold on for thirty minutes?" Echo nods, too tired to say more.

Thirty minutes later a surprised Tech watches the ARC trooper they rescued sink alarmingly sharp teeth into the wrist of the ARC who'd accompanied them earlier. "Huh."

"Don't work with the blood brothers a lot do ya?" The ARC asks from where he's carefully holding Echo, apparently very relaxed with the biting. "Echo. You've got to breathe."

There's a snarl and the ARC winces. "Okay maybe you don't."

"Might need another volunteer Jesse." The medic - Kix - muttered. "Echo I'm going to scan you. Stay calm." He waits till he gets an acknowledgement, then starts.

"I have questions." Tech decides.

"Run me through what you know of these prosthetics and we can talk once I know he's stable."

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Trick or Treat!!!!

Happy Halloween @arctrooper69! For you, I have a pair of Kix wallpapers for phone and desktop. I hope you enjoy!

If you like Star Wars wallpapers, you can find all the others I've designed here.

[chiliger]

Caught in places a clone shouldn’t be.

(Aurebesh translation: Upper left - “Inhibitor undetected.” Lower right - “ARC : CT-0317 . . . Knows too much. Terminate.”)

[loverboy-havocboy]

I sent a request to Whiskey, too, but I'm greedy. Number 16 with Jesse/Kix, please? These two have me in a chokehold 🥴

16. a kiss in the rain - jesse/kix

oooh i’ve never written jessix 🥺👉👈 i decided to go with them still being cadets, so kix is called 'six here. don't ask me why, it was his decision 😅

send me a cloneship and a number for a kiss!

“What d’you think it's like, Jess?”

“What, ‘Six?”

“Grass,” ‘Six replies dreamily.

When Jesse looks to his friend, ‘Six’s eyes are closed and his face is turned upward toward the sky. Fat raindrops splatter against his cheeks, drenching his curls and making them cling to his skin. He's gorgeous, even looking like a half-drowned ewok (they read about those today - the not-drowned kind).

Jesse couldn't begin to guess, but ‘Six is asking, so he'll think of something. He has to.

“Uh.. soft, I think,” he says slowly, watching to see if that's what ‘Six is hoping for.

His lips quirk upward and Jesse forgets the cold dampness of the coming storm, even as it seeps into his bones. That smile is warm enough to hold it off.

“Whatever it's like, we'll see it together someday.”

“Do you know the odds of that?” ‘Six asks with a sad little huff.

“Probably not as well as you,” Jesse admits, “but it doesn’t matter. We'll stay together - I'll make sure of it.”

“Don’t promise me things like that, Jess. Please.”

Jesse frowns deeply at that. He tugs on ‘Six’s arm until the boy faces him, so he can see his scowl. “I’ll promise you whatever I want,” he says defiantly. “‘Cause I mean it. They won't take you away from me, ‘Six. Let ‘em try.”

‘Six just.. looks at him - strangely, and for a long time. The rain beats down on them mercilessly, and Jesse can hardly see anymore, but it doesn't matter. He's not going anywhere. Not when ‘Six is right here.

He thinks maybe he's gone too far. ‘Six doesn't like to think about the war, not like most brothers do, because he won't just be fighting it, he'll be cleaning up the trail of bodies it leaves behind. Jesse didn't mean to make him think about it, he just got carried away.

Only that's not at all what ‘Six is thinking about, Jesse comes to realize, because one second his friend is peering at him through the downpour and the next their lips are pressed firmly together.

‘Six’s lips. Right against his own.

But then they're gone again.

“Wait-” Jesse gasps, reaching blindly for the other boy - the boy who kissed him.

“You didn't kiss me back,” he hears ‘Six say. He doesn't like the disappointment in his voice, not at all.

“I meant to! It was too fast, ‘Six, I meant to,” he tells him. “Let me try again.”

He feels ‘Six come back to him then - a clammy hand on his cheek, the other fisting into the drenched fabric of his cadet uniform - and he closes his eyes. When their lips meet this time, he kisses ‘Six back. He doesn't know how, but he doesn't know what grass is like either. There's a lot he's willing to guess at to make ‘Six smile.

[frostycatblr-fandom-files]

omg yES I'd love a part two to the Captain Rex headcanons with an anxious reader with the relationship part since you offered! ;u; I loved the first part so much (and that you included more from the 501st!) tytytyty 💙💙💙

Aw anon I'm so glad! Thank you for coming back as well, and continuing to fuel my feelings for our fine captain. 💙

Warnings and Information: Largely the same as part one. Undescribed fem!Reader with unspecified anxiety/anxious tendencies. Lots of fluff and other good feelings, primarily. Follows bullet point format. No Mando'a used this time. Reader is given different "nicknames" from the Clones to by-pass the use of a name in some cases.

Word count: 2,458

The set-up 

The first time he goes to ask you if you'd like to grab some caf together, or go check out that little corner store not too far from the base by speederbike that one of your coworkers mentioned to you in passing, Rex puts in the effort to clean up his armor a bit. Now he doesn't go so far as to polish and repaint all the parts, but he doesn't want to look fresh off a battlefield either where he's caked in mud and dirt and ash. He wants to show you he cares by looking nice when he goes to lay out his offer. You're past the probationary period following your transfer, and he thinks it'd be nice to sort of celebrate that. 

You're in your jumpsuit, cheerfully strutting around the hangar to complete the necessary work a little earlier than usual this morning when he first sees you. "Good morning, Captain Rex!" You're all bright-eyed and sunny smiles for so early in the day. Must be in a really good mood now that you feel the weight that comes with being fresh blood in the "office" has been lifted from your shoulders. Can breathe a little easier when there are less eyes scrutinizing your every move. "You're in a good mood today." Rex replies, careful to keep the right balance of being personable and professional within earshot of other civilian staff, as always, "Is there a special reason?" Your grin and your body language tells him everything he needs to know. 

"Oh, no reason. Reasons, on the other hand…" you suggest, biting your lower lip to keep yourself from giggling within earshot of those same workers that you've seen him eyeing out of caution. You can afford to be a little braver now, but you should still be cautious. Rex smiles, delighted to hear and see that you're not feeling quite so anxious as you once were. You still have your nervous, self-soothing quirks like fiddling with the wrist-strap of your time device whenever you wear one, or twirling a stylus between your nimble fingers or rocking softly on the balls of your feet. Rex doesn't see you utilize them quite as often these days now that you're off probation, and it makes him feel so much better to see you more relaxed and comfortable here. 

He still asks his brothers to keep an eye on you or give you any help in his stead if he senses you becoming overly anxious about anything. Dogma still offers to take any paperwork down to General Skywalker for you (and is certain to remember to knock, now). Fives and Echo still hang out around your desk and your workspace whenever they get the chance. Tup drops by with small snacks or drinks from the mess if you can't spare a moment to get away from your work (and he'll never say no to an offer to help fix up his hair, either). Kix has been by a few times to come sit with you when the anxiety gets really bad, coaching you through your grounding exercises, or acting as a GAR medic (who has authority to treat civilian staff in non-emergency situations) he can administer something to take the edge off. And Jesse has made plausible excuses for you to your boss's face if you've needed to step away and collect yourself, if it's really severe. 

They all figure if the captain likes you, and on occasion asks them to check in with you for his "peace of mind" ("Captain Rex has a cruuuuush~" "Hardcase stop before you get yourself in troub-" "It's not just the Captain, Fives. She does too.") they shouldn't be afraid to cement their friendships with you anymore. 

“Oh, by the way, Captain,” you call over your shoulder as you walk off to where you’d been summoned, “your armor looks very nice today.” Unfortunately, you were called away to take care of something just as he plucks up his nerve to ask if you’d like to grab a cup of caf with him before the day really gears up, but he doesn’t have to wait much longer for another opportunity.

The first "date"

It comes as a rather impromptu and unofficial thing, with one of the mechanics shouting across the hangar as he wraps up his welding kit that the repairs have been finished on a LAAT that had taken a heavy beating. "Captain! Gunship's good to go!" These guys are good. You get to the gunship before Rex does, admiring the handiwork of the repairmen in awe. "Wow… almost looks brand new, doesn't it?" He agrees with a chuckle, elbow to elbow with you. "What's it like to fly in one of these?" you ask, turning to him with earnest curiosity. It surprises him. "Weren't you transferred to the base in one of these?"

You shake your head, the datapad cradled a little tighter against your chest. "No, I got here by passenger shuttle." 

Stay here, he tells you, he has an idea. He just needs to go find where Hawk is. 

Hawk takes little time to get kitted-up in order to go take the LAAT for a test flight. Rex boards the gunship first, taking hold of one of the handles overhead before offering a hand out to you to help you up. 

You regard the offered hand with mild apprehension, unclear if this is even allowed. "A-are you certain I can be up there? I'm just a civilian. I don't know that I can-" A simple smile is all he needs to calm you, quell your fraying nerves. “I’ll think of some clever excuse if anyone asks.” Rex promises you with one of his charming smiles and playful lift of his brow. He allows you to stand beside him so you feel more secure, showing you where best to grip the support handles as Hawk gears everything up. “Best hold on,” he warns you before you’d feel that lurch in your stomach as the ground falls away fast. 

He tells Hawk to take it pretty easy, just a few test laps around the base and not too fast, and Rex keeps his eye on you as Hawk climbs the gunship high enough for his liking. Any sign from you that this was getting to be too much, and he would call it off. But you’re all giddy smiles and awed murmurings as you bravely peek at the ground far below from time to time. 

“Beginning aerial test laps, Captain. I promise to go easy, ma’am!” Hawk calls back to the pair of you, beginning to maneuver and swing the gunship out to the right, making you bump hips with the Captain, unprepared to brace for the movement with your legs in addition to your upper body. You go to apologize, but he puts his hand on your opposite hip without a word (at first) to hold you a little closer to him to help you feel secure and steady. Rex apologizes to you for not warning you about the nature of the  turns. “Flown in these things more times than I can count; it’s all just second nature to me.” You suppose that makes a lot of sense, surely a little flushed in the face, being so close. On the next turn, you know to anticipate it this time, but you still lean pretty heavily against him.

What happens next however is absolutely not your fault. Hawk purposefully takes a much sharper turn as he completes one of his last laps, and with the centrifugal force you’re really pushed up against Captain Rex, practically chest to chest with him now, and then laughs apologetically from the cockpit. “Whoops, sorry sweetheart! Got a little carried away on that one. You alright?” You’re fine, you answer just loud enough for Hawk to hear, finding yourself still so close against Rex, his hand still on your hip to hold you steady. You and Rex look at each other for one long moment, almost missing what Hawk says about taking you in for a landing, feeling a little lost in the other’s eye…

Once you’re back on the ground, you thank Hawk for letting you come along on the test flight for the repaired LAAT. “Oh, you’re welcome! I hope it was nice despite that one turn. Just got a little ahead of myself and forgot you’re not used to those kinds of ships.” You promise it’s okay, and thank him again. You should probably get back to work now, you explain, a little color in your cheeks after smiling at Rex and bidding him goodbye next.

He makes no mention of the transfer-smear of lip product found on his Captain’s face, one that looks an awful lot like the color you’re wearing this morning, until he’s certain you’re out of earshot. “That’s a nice color on you, Captain.” Rex takes a moment to clean his cheek of the evidence, a gentle pout playing across his features, his broad nose creasing as he responds to Hawk’s compliment. “You swung too wide on that last turn before we landed…”

As partners 

It’s not long after that that things kick off. Secretly. There’s no official code or regulation against this (you’d know: Echo and Dogma checked for one extensively, separately and together) relationship taking place, but you’re going to keep it on the down-low for the most part. Rex has a professional image to maintain as a captain of the GAR, and you risk being transferred out should any of your higher-ups feel this partnership of sorts comes as a hindrance or serious detriment to your job as a civilian. (“Do you know how many want to be in your shoes? Do you have any idea just how sought-after this position is?” “A-A very good idea, actually. That’s why I’m here, sir. I promise, I’m not going to make any trouble.” (Oh how Fives and Jesse had wanted to give the civilian staff member you reported to a piece of their minds for talking to you like that.)) You and Rex find a way to make it work, with a little help from his brothers.

He visits you during work. Often as he can. Sometimes it's planned out in advance, where the two of you have lots of time alone. He makes sure that you're doing okay, and that you're taking care of yourself, of course, but primarily these opportunities to see you are just to spend time with you. Take his mind off of the war. Take your mind off of your job, or whatever troubles you. Sometimes it's discreet, spur of the moment little meetings in empty offices… or secluded corners his brothers have told him about. 

"There's a blind spot in the cameras around here," Hardcase explains, unprompted, one afternoon over nutrimush in the mess hall, "You can get away with a lot of stuff right there behind the shelving." He's not sure if he's about to reprimand Hardcase as his Captain or to thank him as a brother for this insight for a long moment. "What do you mean by get away with a lot of stuff, 'Case?" There's quite a few options it turns out. Stash some contraband, (re)paint your armor without being bothered too much, or just… y'know. Have a nap? (Damn, okay, aside from whatever Hardcase means by contraband that sounds like a pretty great spot.) "Maybe I'll… check it out." Rex agrees with a simple shrug. 

Oh and if he does, he has to be careful about a certain box on the shelves. Can't put empty snack wrappers back in it otherwise it'll attract ants again, Hardcase says he learned that one the hard way and it took a while to get it back under control just short of throwing away his whole collection of snacks. Two of them are welcome to just about anything they find in the box if Rex takes you there, but the energy drinks are off limits. 

"Or just leave Hardcase five credits if you do take one." Echo calls from a little further down the table, pouring over some section of the regulation manual related to your job that you were having trouble understanding. (They used a lot of unnecessary and complicated words because it was translated into Basic from another galactic language.) "Fives and I do it all the time." A few more brothers confirm that they do the same since being let in on Hardcase's little secret. Dogma insists he does not. "I don't like these crazy energy drinks they come up with. 'Trotting Tauntaun' and 'Hyperspace Rush'? Makes me feel sick to my stomach and my heart race…" (It's probably all the caffeine, Kix calls back to him from Rex's left. Dogma might have a low tolerance for it and that's why he doesn't like it.) 

This little nook within the hangar becomes the perfect place to decompress whenever Captain Rex notices you are looking more anxious than typical. One of his men has stashed away an old GAR-issue blanket that's stained with various smears of cobalt blue - 501st's Blue - but still plenty warm and comfortable to wrap up in. You can tell that it's Fives who added a little stack of flimsi scraps to write notes on the first time you come back here to this corner of the hangar with the Captain. Rex can see from a mile away that Kix is to thank for the healthier options within the box of Hardcase's snacks. 

You're both not sure who scribbled your name along with his under the list of people who were "invited" here, but it makes you cry, in a happy way. To welcome their brother here would be one thing - all Clones had come up with secret, secluded spaces for themselves to have their privacy and establish stealthy boundaries for themselves and their well-being - but they were inviting you too. None of your other colleagues know about this sequestered space. They trusted you to keep their secrets. They liked you. Really liked you. 

"To our Captain and his girl" the note begins, waiting for you both on top of the neatly folded blanket when Rex first helped you here, trying to help you settle your nerves after you were badly frightened by a speederbike backfiring outside the base as it whizzed past, "Welcome to our cozy little corner! We hope you like it here and trust that you'll keep it a better secret than General Skywalker and Senator Amidala being a "thing". Speaking of, figured it was time to let the loth-cat out of the bag now that you're both getting as serious as this war allows~. - The 501st"

Don't have a fic taglist for the time being, but I'll likely start one soon if I can figure out how to make those fancy forms some people have since I write a variety of stuff. For now, though, if you'd like to join a taglist for specific types of fics (for example just TBB-centric or just TCW-centric (or both)) don't hesitate to ask. 🩷

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