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[moondrop39-dovewing70]

Little Stars~Prolouge

I, Dovewing70/Moondrop39, do not own Lego Monkie Kid’s plot or its characters. I only own my original characters and the plot of this fanfic. Please support the original work! 

This fanfic contains LGBTQ+ themes (such as Shadowpeach or Freenoodles), gore, smut, swearing, and a lot of angst. Reader discretion is advised. 

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The inky black expanse of the night sky plunged the world in its cold grasp, the mortal plane falling under the calm embrace of the shadows. The shadows being playfully pushed back by one single ethereal light of the night sky, the silver orb of the full moon illuminated a large flushed valley of flora and fauna. Large trees clung to the edges of the valley making the majority of it a large clearing. The clearing shone with white flowers, which under the silver light of the moon, illuminated the clearing with an ethereal glow of silver. 

A soft breeze grazed among the flowers, pushing the flora into the westward direction of the breeze and allowing the soft rustling of the blades to push among one another. The breeze pushed among the trees and crawled amongst the rocks of the mountains, which acted as barriers among the valley. Soon the air buzzed with energy as a presence pushed from the edges of the valley to the beginning edges of the clearing full of flowers. 

The creature stood at six feet tall with soft black fur clinging to its form as a red cape softly blew in the breeze. A bright yellow half long sleeve shirt overlapped over a black half long sleeve shirt which was stitched together as one. The bright yellow sleeve covered the right arm of the creature while the black fabric covered the left arm. A bronze armor vest with yellow and black lining around the neckline of the vest covered the chest of the creature, shining under the silver light of the moon. A long thin piece of black cloth wrapped the lower half of the creature, making a sort of belt to hold the lower half’s garments up. A pair of red pants covered the legs of the creature with a bronze armor covering the pants like a skirt with yellow lining along the armor’s edges. A pair of black shoes were tucked away within the long grass and white flowers.

The creature’s purple eyes gleamed in the moonlit night, its gaze turned upwards revealing a red feathered mask around its darkly tan skin. Two bushy black eyebrows crinkled into a disgruntled look as a thin line stood firm on the creature’s lips. Dark tan hands gripped tightly onto the edges of the belt, the fingers grazing gently among the textured fabric. Six lotus petaled ears flicked with the wind as a black furry monkey tail curled loosely around the creature’s feet. The tip twitched side to side, reflecting the current mood that was clouding the simian’s face.

As the moon crawled across the night sky into its final destination of the night, the black simian face seemed to become even more disgruntled. Their ears flicked behind them a few moments before a loud crash was heard throughout the edges of the clearing. The six ears pressed along the sides of their head as purple eyes glanced behind them to stare at the noisy arrival to the peaceful clearing. 

Standing in a small creator a couple feet behind the black simian stood another creature that was similar in shape but with a few notable differences. Instead of black fur and dark tan skin with a black monkey tail, the newcomer had brightly orange fur with pale skin with only one set of pale monkey ears with a long fluffed up orange tail. A soft pink mask shaped in a peach adorned the face of the new being as sharp golden eyes stared at the black simian. The newcomer was the same in height, the only difference being a large two feathered hair dress giving them a key edge over the other simian. 

The newcomer’s red cape blew softly in the wind as the six ears unfurled from their pressed positions. A bright long sleeve shirt was covered by a golden armored vest with two winged shoulder plates on either side. A pair of maroon red pants were held up by a thick red ribbon which held together a teal feathered skirt below the gold armor around the legs with red accents around the edges of the armor. A pair of black boots covered with a bit of dust from the impromptu landing gleamed ever so slightly in the silver light of the falling moon. 

The air buzzed with the seeming tensed atmosphere as the black furred simian slowly turned to face the newcomer. Purple eyes gazed upon the brow of the orange furred newcomer, narrowing on a softly gleaming golden filet. It was settled softly among the fur as though it was the newcomer’s crown. Teeth gnashed angrily within the cheeks of the black simian’s mouth as his black bushy brows furrowed as a deeply etched frown echoed within their features.

Seeming to sense the obvious anger at the golden filet upon their head, a pale hand tentatively touched the right edge of the filet. Golden eyes were clouded with conflicting emotions as purple eyes pulled away within a flash, the black tail flicking with the annoyance of its owner. As the hand fell to its side, an obvious internal war raged within the orange being, reflecting well with his face. 

After a while, the orange one’s mouth opened and whispered out a single name, “Macaque…” 

Purple eyes snapped back onto gold, a firm frown on their face as they echoed back with another name, “Sun Wukong…”

A lengthy silence swallowed the two as a soft breeze blew the capes, the two simain’s seeming to fall into their own internal thoughts. The black simian, Macaque, drew his gaze away from the other, the gaze turning to the open clearing. The light of the moon danced among the white flowers, waning as the silver rays faded below the horizon. Feeling a burning gaze into his chest, purple eyes once more met with bright gold. 

Macaque’s breath got stuck in his throat at the sight of the other’s look in his direction, wanting to make him turn away and not look back. Sun Wukong’s body was trembling from clashing emotions which were reflected in the way his lip would tremble and his face flashed with the obvious feelings he wanted to spill to the other. Gold eyes flashed with some very common emotions that Macaque was used to seeing in others, such as rage, betrayal, and emotional pain, but not in the orange fur simian. 

As Macaque swallowed down the building lump in the back of his throat, Wukong’s voice echoed once more in the still clearing, “Why?”

Macaque felt his foot slide backwards as Wukong’s face darkened and his body wracked with obvious tremors, “Why did you do it?”

“Why?” Macaque’s voice cut through the air, his tail lashing behind him as he furiously glared at the gleaming golden filet on the other’s brow, his hand gesturing to it as his lips pulled back into snarl, “They were hurting you! After all you were doing to protect them, all they did to you was cause you pain!” 

The following silence swallowed the two after the black simian’s rage filled shout echoed in the clearing. Macaque’s deep huffs vibrated within all six of his ears as he felt his hands curl into a fist, his long nails digging into the skin of his palm. The stinging of his nails burying deep within the flesh of his fist didn’t stop it from shaking. Golden eyes turned away sharply from the intense stare of purple. 

With a couple deep breaths, Macaque closed his eyes and forced his body to relax at the other’s obvious shock at his outburst. Shifting his weight, he turned his back towards Wukong’s form, unknowingly causing the other to snap his attention back onto the black simian. Golden eyes stared at the back of Macaque’s head as a hand reached out to touch the other’s back. 

As Wukong’s hand was about to touch the back of Macaque’s red cape, it flinched backwards. The fingers curled back a bit as though about to touch a scared animal’s form, preparing for the animal to attack in fear of being harmed. Holding his hand at a distance, it slowly fell back to his side as he gazed to the side. Allowing the silence to fill the void around the two. 

“You didn’t have to hurt him,” Wukong’s voice cut through the silence, close to Macaque’s ears causing purple eyes to snap open, “Once I am done on the pilgrimage, I’ll return home.”

“What home?” Macaque’s snarl cut off any other words that Wukong was going to speak, golden eyes widening at the other’s shaking form. 

At the other’s silence, Macaque whipped around, closing the distance between the two causing Wukong’s golden eyes to blaze with shock and his body recoiled at the other’s close proximity. Their noses were only an inch apart and Wukong couldn’t help but feel the heat rush to his face at the other’s facial features. Macaque’s eyes blaze with a ferocious fire, his nose wrinkling and his eyebrows furrowed downwards. 

His lips pulled back into a snarl as Macaque glared heavily into Wukong’s own shocked expression, a rage-filled shout exiting his mouth, “We don’t have a home! It’s burned to a crisp by the heavens who seemed to have taken the great sage and turned him into an obedient dog!” 

“Where is your honor and loyalty?” Macaque’s eyes narrowed as he continued to growl, jabbing a finger into Wukong’s chest causing the other to shuffle backwards at each jab, “Because it is certainly not with your family!” 

As the sentences exited Macaque’s mouth, Wukong’s eyes narrowed and a snarl exited his mouth causing Macaque to freeze, allowing Wukong to grip the other’s wrists with his hands. The black simian’s fur fluffed up as Wukong’s own orange tail snapped to the sides of his body. Purple eyes met a ferocious golden blaze as Wukong leaned dangerously close to Macaque’s face, causing the other to lean back. Macaque’s six ears pressed close to his head as the two noses touched causing a familiar heat to arise in Macaque’s chest. 

“I did it to protect our family,” Wukong growled out, his grip loose around the other’s wrists, “If I went back, they would have done the same thing and history would repeat itself.”

“I don’t believe you,” huffed Macaque at the other’s words, his own eyes narrowing igniting a purple spark within it’s owners eyes. 

With a yank, the black simain’s wrists were freed from the others and he took many steps backwards from the other. Wukong’s form was still seeming to be frozen, his hands still in the same position as when he held the other’s wrists. His golden eyes watched as Macaque turned away and walked towards a familiar direction, causing them to narrow. 

“Whatever you are planning to do, Macaque,” Wukong’s sharp growl caused the other to pause in his movements, “Don’t do it.”

“Do what?” Macaque questioned with a growl of his own, “Doing what is right for our home and our people?” 

Silence swallowed the two as the moon descended past the horizon, allowing her partner to take the reins to begin a new day. As the star's twinkles started to fade with the moon’s rays, the shadows began to be pushed back by the first golden rays of the sun. Macaque could still feel the other’s gaze on his form, a feeling that once gave him a soft warmth now gave him an unquenchable fire within his chest. A fire he wanted to take out on the ones that were preventing the reunion he wanted, the one that was deserved.

“Macaque,” the black simian’s movements once again started to pick up, seeming to ignore the other simian’s call, “Macaque!”

The orange simian quickly pushed off from his position with a gust of wind that caused the six ears to flick in annoyance. Purple eyes narrow on the other simian’s outstretched form in the southwestern direction. Wukong’s own gaze narrowed on the other’s angered expression and rigid posture. Macaque’s fists that were at his side started to shake as he tried to move around Wukong, only to be blocked by the orange fur simian’s body. 

“Sun Wukong, move,” the cold order almost made Wukong back off from the other, almost. 

“No,” Wukong answered, causing purple eyes to narrow into dangerous slits, “This has to stop.”

A huff escaped Macaque’s mouth as he once again tried to move around Wukong’s form, only to be blocked and be pushed back slightly by the other’s tail. As another attempt was foiled by Wukong’s obnoxious movements, Macaque let out a snarl and tried to push past the other only to be pushed back himself. 

“What is wrong with you?” Wukong asked, his golden eyes narrowing in a calculated stare at the other who stared back with one of his own. 

Macaque did not respond and instead slipped into the ground in a swirling black and purple oval of shadows and magic. Wukong’s golden eyes narrowed and a growl exited his mouth as he quickly whipped around to see Macaque exit from the makeshift portal only a few feet behind him. The black simian seemed unaffected by the magical transportation he just pulled to get away from the other. 

A gust of air caused the other to glower in anger and frustration as the same body that he just by-passed was once more in front of him. Golden eyes stared back with as much anger and frustration as the other, Wukong’s lips were pressed into a firm line as the other snarled. 

Purple eyes glared as a frustrated growl passed his lips, “Move, Wukong, the monk deserves to die.”

“‘Deserves’?” Wukong asked, his voice dripping with a dangerous tone that Macaque felt he had heard before but as the thought crossed his mind, a growled out order cut through the air, “I think you need to go, Macaque.”

Macaque’s gaze glanced into the gold eyes of his counterpart and in that moment, Macaque felt a sharp pain in his chest. The golden eyes gleam with determination to protect the monk and his other friends, the same ones that Macaque wanted to tear apart. He knew the look multiple times and it usually ended with the opponent without a head. 

“If you think that little look of yours is going to stop me from destroying those weaklings,” Macaque felt the anger and pain wash away all the other senses as he summoned the shadows to his aid, a purplish black mass growing in his left hand, “Then you need to think again.”

With a rage-filled shout, Macaque swung his left hand outwards and the purplish black mass elongated and slammed into Wukong’s chest sending the other flying backwards. Within the hands of Macaque was a purplish black staff of pure shadow magic that had spiked heads on either side. He spun it around himself before leaping at Wukong’s body once more. 

Wukong at the sight of the rage-induced simian charging at him, reached for his right ear and pulled out a staff that gleamed gold. Its red wood was well polished and the golden tips gleamed in the morning rays, the engravings of the air etched along the metal soon met the barbed end of the other’s with a loud clang. 

The two beings swirled with their respective magic, gold and purple. The two slam into one another with their respective staffs, allowing the clangs of their staffs to drown out with their angered shouts of rage at the other. The deadly dance of swinging and dodging caused most of the flowers in the clearing to lose their petals and flow in the wind. 

Macaque blocked another swing from the other’s staff and jabbed out the other end of his staff at his opponent’s head, who ducked at the last second. A frustrated growl exited his mouth as he twisted his body away from a kick. 

Wukong’s own face twisted with concentration and complete focus, he knew that Macaque’s own anger would cloud his judgment. He needed to focus on the other’s movements and counteract enough to disable him. 

Seeing an opening, Wukong twirled his staff to the side and swung, allowing the golden edge to slam into the other’s open chest. A loud crack and a pain filled screech filled the air as the other was tossed into the ground, leaving a crater. At the sight of his opponent falling, Wukong easily moved to the edge of the crater. It should have been enough for them to move to a safer area, enough time for the other simian to cool his mind. 

The sight of a barbed staff heading straight for his chest caused the orange simian to twist his body to the side, allowing it to slide past. Golden eyes widened as black fur suddenly slammed into him. The inertia of the attack sent him flying backwards into a couple hundred trees, leveling them flat and sent his staff flying. 

A groan escaped Wukong’s mouth as he looked up to see Macaque grab his staff from its grounded position before sprinting towards him, purple eyes glazed over with so much rage. Leaping up from his old position, he quickly dodged the incoming swing and flipped backwards, landing near his own staff. 

Gripping it with his tail, he passed it along his hands, blocking another attack from the black simian. A growl of anger flashing between the two, golden eyes hardened at the sight of the other’s rage. If the other simian refused to stay down after one hard strike, then he would force him to stay down. 

The two simian’s fight led them to the air, causing the two to slam with their respective magic. Golden and purple flashes echoed throughout the morning air, the daylight standing witness to the fight of the two powerful beings. The fast pace fight flying through the air as the morning continued on marching.

After hours of the fight, the two were starting to lose stamina allowing Wukong to see another opening on his opponent’s body. Wukong flung his staff into the face of the other aiming for the right eye, allowing the end stabbing into the eye. 

A screech of pure pain echoed the air causing Wukong’s eyes to narrow and his teeth to grit as the other’s body flew downwards slamming into a previous crater. Sending more dirt into the air and allowing a loud cloud of dust to swallow the two’s position. Golden eyes stared at the other with calculated battle prowess. 

Macaque spat out the copper tasting liquid pooling from his eye along with dirt, closing both his eyes, he tried to force his body up. He needed to keep fighting against his once close friend and make them see reason. He needed to bring Wukong home and away from those pilgrims.

He felt a hand on his shoulders and he swung with his fist, only to have it caught and have his back slammed against the ground. He opened his one good eye to see Wukong staring at him with exasperated anger. He needed to keep Macaque down so that heaven wouldn’t punish the black simian like it did with him. So that history wouldn’t repeat himself. 

Wukong didn’t have to push down hard for long as the black simain’s legs gave way after a couple of minutes of violent shaking. A gasp came from the black simian as his back slammed once more on the earth, this time facing the sky and the fading light of the white stars. Gold eyes scoured the other’s expression, a painful feeling surge within Wukong’s chest as he watched the crimson blood flow from the other’s eye and the shaking of the black simian’s body as it forced itself to try and get into a sitting postion before falling back into the dirt. 

“What am I to you?” the black simian whispered, sending a cold shiver down Wukong’s spine, an eerie smile gracing the simian’s crazed features. 

The eeriness of the smile seemed to solidify an appropriate response writhing within the mind of the orange furred simian. Even though Wukong didn’t want to do this to his old friend, he had to keep his other family safe. Once the pilgrimage is done, he would return home and repair all the damage he left behind. 

With shaking hands, he stradled the others hips with his feet, pinning anyway for the other to escape. His shoulders shook as he lifted his staff above his head, preparing to slam the edge into the other’s head. Biting the lump in the back of his throat, Wukong stared at the crazed eyes of his once best friend.

“You were my friend,” he coldly responded, his eyes blazing with golden fire, “Now you are just my enemy.” 

With a shout, Wukong swung the end of his staff into Macaque’s head with as much force as three mountains. With a sickening crack, the staff buried itself within the right side of Macaque’s head. A red liquid shot outwards from the new blow, covering the right side of the black simian’s features in a crimson red. 

A loud gasp of pain shook the chest of the black simian’s body as he watched the orange simian, his once best friend, stand over him with a cugel. One of it’s golden ends covered in a bloody red, dripping onto the other side of his face. As the pain begin to register, Macaque felt his mind go back to when the two first became friends. When they were under one of the immortal peach trees and Wukong, in his opinion, foolishly made a promise to him. 

He remembered the exact words the king used, the same one standing ontop of him like a hero defeating the evil villain, “I promised to always protect you, Mihou.”

“Always?” Macaque remembered himself asking back with an awed expression at the king, the sun in his life. 

“Always!” Wukong replied, Macaque fondly remembers, with a bright smile, “Your king never makes a promise he can’t hold!”

But here Macaque was, broken in more ways than just the blood pooling from his head that made his mind foggy and his eyes hazy. He could feel the liquid pool around his body and feel the shudder within his chest of a fading breath. He could taste the copper liquid on his tongue and his nose burned with every breath, the coppery scent of blood coating every sense of his body. Every breath he took made him want to cry out even more, either from the heartbreak of another promise broken or from the physical pain could be up to interpretation. His world started to fade away around him but the only thing that stayed stark was the orange simian’s form. 

Golden eyes were glistening within the night as lips were pulled within a thin line, the bloodied staff being held in his left hand loosely while the right one reached out to him. The hand hovered over his chest as Macaque felt his body become heavier with each wheezing breath he let out. He looked closer at the face of the person he considered his best friend, seeing nothing but anger towards him and something else…something he couldn’t quite place at the moment. 

Though his body was failing him, he could feel it, Macaque was damned if he couldn’t say his final thoughts of this foolish golden simain. The one who made him feel special when others ridciuled his looks, who helped him become stronger and powerful, the same one who captured his attention and, in a way, his heart. 

“You lied,” Macaque whispered out, his vision fading fast but he manage to spit out the last part of his sentence with a pained whisper, “You promised….”

Wukong’s golden eyes snapped to attention at the words, his gaze staring straight at the other’s, before they fluttered closed. Wukong let out a whimper as he heard Macaque take a shaky deep breath in before exhaling, the black simian’s body going limp as he did so. Macaque didn’t take another breath in, his chest going still and the once, warrior-like heart that was beating just moments ago went silent. 

A loud anguished cry was releashed from the simain’s mouth as the sun began to rise over the horizon. The golden staff was released in seconds from the others grip, ringing as it hit the hard earth, while the orange simian hands wrapped around the other’s still face. The blood still dribbling out of the others nose and mouth. Salty tears poured out of the golden eyes as he pressed his head onto the other’s forehead, each sob heaving the chest of the monkey king. 

As the golden rays coated the earthly plane, Wukong stayed by the other side his anguished cries becoming muffled with time. The other finally lifted his arms away from the others, shaky fingers brushing through the blood soaked fur of his best friend. A large lump was in the his throat and tears continued to fall as he stared at the others still form, cooling even underneath the sun’s warm rays. 

Slowly Wukong pulled his body away from the other, moving only a couple inches to the right to sit beside him. Slowly he picked the other up as though they were a fragile piece of china, placing them between his open legs and into his lap. His orange tail curled around the other as he pushed the limp head into his warm chest, hoping that the movement and warmth would bring any breath of life back into his friend’s body. That the limp form of his friend would come alive and he could confess everything on his mind and heart. 

He felt himself rock himself back and forth while muttering into the six ears that were becoming dull within the golden rays of the sun, “Macaque please, come back to me. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Forgive me.”

He repeated those words over and over again but nothing happened, not even a flutter or a twitch. Even as the sun reached the peak of it’s journey, Wukong continued to mourn with quite pleads that fell on deaf ears. Tears continuing to pour out from his golden eyes, mixing with the red around them. Even as the blood that coated the two of them dried under the sun, Wukong barely moved from his rocking position. 

Wukong gritted his teeth tightly, feeling them grind against one another painfully as the lump in the back of his throat continued to grow. He was planning to go back to his home after the journey, to reject the Buddha title and ask to be simply a hero for others. When he was home, he was going to take his moonlight to his birthplace and ask him to be his mate. To be with him forever but here his moon was, laying limp after his attack. No longer breathing to make a sassy comment, no longer having a heart beat that would always calm him down, no longer….alive to be with him forever. 

A choked sound exited the ginger simian’s lips as he felt more tears fall down his face, pulling his moon, his Macaque closer, he lifted his head up and cried out with an anguish cry, “I loved you Macaque! Please come back to me! I’m sorry!” 

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[stealingpotatoes]

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[anxiousapplepie]

May I interest anyone in a bunch of role!swapped dorks tonight? Yes? No? Maybe? No matter the answer, I've got them and I want them to be free! So be free, my first batch of pretties!!! Heaven knows I need to exercise you out of my brain right now. If you wanna know some base vibes for this brand of insanity, uhh keep reading I guess!

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[moondrop39-dovewing70]

Little Stars AU Update

So I realized I made a lot of mistakes on the ending of Little Stars thanks to Notion, thank you @monkiebois for giving me such a wonderful planner, and the chapters will be coming out soon. Updates for the summary and even the prologue are all updated. Thank you for all loving the work and also Fanart is appreciated too!

Love ya'll!!!

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 214

“I did an oopsie.” 

Clockwork paused in his work, gaze turning from his work towards his ghostling (it didn’t matter if he was an adult, he’d always be his ghostling) who was smiling nervously, avoiding his eyes. 

“Oh?” He kept his tone light, even as he worked on untangling a time knot. Honestly at least Danny was immune to any effect of time, even if he couldn’t look into his timelines in exchange. It came with being the other half of Infinity. 

“Yeeah… you know that corner of the multiverse you told me not to go to because you’re working on some time problems? I might have stumbled into one of the worlds in the corner…” 

He stopped his machinations, fully turning towards Danny- Space, his Core whispered and quivered in utter delight at having an Equal in power- with a raised eyebrow, leaning on his staff and silently telling him to explain. 

Danny poked his fingers together, giving a nervous laugh. “So uh, I was just exploring right? Well me and Ellie, you know how she gets when she can’t wander, and um… I er, we might have messed with some things in the creation of it… I didn’t know it was part of that universe, I swear! It was so far at the fringes and halfway into the Zone and I couldn’t just let a universe die before it began and-”

Oh- Oh! His ghostling (and his grand-ghostlings it sounded like) had claimed his first universe! He could put off these time knots, this was a grand milestone for any Ancient, nevermind such a primordial force as one of theirs.

And this is how a DC world came into being with humans evolving with more avian traits. Like wings. And claws. Look, Dan thought it’d be funny if they gave baby humanity wings and Ellie started rambling about how much farther they could travel if they had them and Danny thought it could be cool. Oh well, time to keep an eye on their itty baby world now…

[omaano]

Touchy subject

"The 501st was one of the best legions during the war. I've lost a lot of good men over the years - some of them would have given even you Mandos a run for your credits. And my general... My general was a good man too, but that's enough of that, I thought you were too old for bedtime stories by now."

Din just tried to figure out what the colour of the clones' armor paint meant, and why he's never heard Rex mention his CO during all the wartime stories and lectures; whereas he's already got to meet Wolffe and his general and even heard Cody mention his every once in a blue moon. (Special thanks to @witchydom for helping with the "dialogue" :3)

The rest of my Star Wars meets Hades AU project is here

I'll take a bit of your time to give a bit of an explanation why I decided to put Rex in Skelly's spot:

During a playthrough when I was looking for screenshots to use as backgrounds the first thing that greeted me was Zagreus calling Skelly "Captain" upon entering the armoury, or whatever that chamber is called. And that really decided it, let's be honest. Rex is Captain, and that is the Captain's spot. End of story.

Reading "still got it" by qigiined even before I got into watching TCW was such a personality defining experience (seriously, this fic lives forever rent free in my brain), that I really had no other option but to put the few clones that I'm willing to work into this AU somewhere around home base (the covert) - so you can guess where Cody and Wolffe are situated. Or will be, hopefully soon enough. Rex needs to be able to hang out with Cody, that's just how it is. (Rebels and TBB canon who?)

Rex deserves to teach some uppity Mando bounty hunters and other warriors who think too much of themselves a few lessons in humility and some crafty tricks. I think it would be very good for him.

As a throwaway note since we are already under the read more section, I've been thinking about sigils and keepsakes (trinkets) and cthonic companions (I know that over a year ago I inaccurately but very self indulgently designed one for Din, Boba and Cobb, that is not the point now) and while Cody can have one shaped like Boga, and Wolffe can obviously get a stuffed loth wolf (and Bo-Katan a very squishy owl)... I have no idea what shaped companion Rex could have. If anyone has any suggestions and would love to share it with me, I'd be very grateful!

[cracklewink]

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I had to split up the finale because I had too many ideas for it and it got too long lol. The actual final part will be along soon!

[remxedmoon]

hey. you 🫵. isat fan. you should read slay the savior. like right now. this is an order. i’m talking directly into your ear like the green m&m.

ANYWAYS!!! fanart for my friend @basilpaste’s au!!!!!! because it recently wrapped up and it is rotating in my mind forever. i would probably put a whole ramble here if it wasn’t past midnight so just. go read it!!! and look at the designs!!!!!!!! because they’re really good!!!

(also!! tap the image for better quality and stuff! tumblr crunched up the preview for this one…)