#cadet questions

[steve-rogers-language]

Literally lifetime lovers.

[yeosin-n]

Who is your favorite skelie?

i dont want the girls to fight

I’ve been mostly thinking about killer, classic, naut, and blue/cadet!!! o(-( and lucif/swap dream/dream (do my own ocs count? Hagshdhah)

HI I WANT TO RAMBLE

I used to think about ink a lot but not anymore ): I haven’t been thinking about horror or dust much either tbh but I still like them a lot!!! Idk about ink (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠)…

I WANT MORE BUFF FARMTALE SANS… LIKE HELLO??? WHERE IS HE ??? IM SO HUNGRY

Anyway killer is so fun so bbg (´ ω ` ♡) I think him and cadet would have fun interactions just like how naut and horror would (like fighting over you behind ur back) but instead of fighting, maybe they would work together to kidnap you for a day or something LMAO and then classic and dust will be so exasperated o(-(

[margindoodles2407]

do you guys ever think about how fives is the only clone- and in fact perhaps the only non force-sensitive character- to get multiple story arcs focused specifically on him or are you normal

[invaderlynx]

Past and Present

[ask-coldsteel]

Oh, cool! If that's the case, I suppose I should probably take a visit there sometime.

Also, forgive my ignorance, but what type of leaf is that insignia?

Blazing Dawn: I needed help in Mathematical Sciences and so I befriended Cold Steel over here!

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Chapter 1: Last Cadet Days

Part 20

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Guest Artist: @void-art-blog

[age-of-moonknight]

New Champions (Vol. 1/2025), #1.

Writer: Steve Foxe; Pencilers and Inkers: Ivan Fiorelli and Ig Guara; Colorist: Arthur Hesli; Letterer: Travis Lanham

[willowve01]

How would Raine and Phoebe react if they were to swap worlds?

They are confused as all shit.

Suddenly, Raine is introduced to futuristic technology that probably doesn’t even exist now, and Phoebe is freaking out a little bit because halfbloods don’t exist in her universe and she lost her space boys.

Both are equally terrified because they lost their friends and are in a completely different universe. Both wouldn’t last a minute tbh.

[matchademi]

Sol:*pointing to cadet Crosshair * Look at him, isn't he he sweet

Crosshair:*is about to scratch someone and cursing them out in three different languages *

Thire:yahhhhh sureeee Vod'ika

[steve-rogers-language]

Me and your daughter :)

Me and Natasha

Me and Bucky

[ask-coldsteel]

For a moment I thought you called me mom and now I’m a bit disappointed you didn’t haha

anyways can you tell us about your roommate?

Cold Steel: Blaze is a good and reliable friend. He saved me from a lot of possible demerits over the years. Well, as long as we ignore the fact that he was the one who dragged me to situations that almost got me those demerits.

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Chapter 1: Last Cadet Days

Part 6

[the-zapped-part-timer]

[stormyskieswalker]

I know that codywan is purely a fandom invention, so it shouldn’t shock me that the majority of content of the two is fluff, but their canon dynamic can be exploited for some of the best angst known to man.

Like imagine you were always meant to kill him. You were born to kill him and yet he treats you like a person, something that has only been afforded to you by your brothers. He’s everything you were told a jedi would be. He’s certainly not perfect. He had a lot to learn about becoming a general. (You wonder how many of your brothers died because him and his order didn’t study some goddamn tactics before going to war) He acts rather above it all at times, which is annoying, but you guess you would be too if you could move things with your mind. He’s very particular, but somehow able to talk his way out of some of the worst situations you’ve ever seen.

Sometimes he invites you for tea when you could be going over battle plans(the plans calm your nerves more than tea ever could) and despite how much he may pretend not to, how much he is desperate not to, he cares. He cares so deeply about his former padawan (their bickering reminds you of petty fights with the other cadets), he cares about keeping his men alive, and for some inexplicable reason, he cares about you. You find yourself also caring about him. You’re not supposed to be feeling this way, none of your brothers should. He’s your superior officer, so you say nothing when your heart skips a beat when he claps you on the back. You stay for longer than you should when drinking that bitter tea. You ignore the smiles and knowing looks your brother gives you. You’re happy, and the end of this war will make it all worth it.

Except it’s not.

He betrayed you and your brothers. You fought side by side with him and for what? Him to betray everything you ever fought for? You tell them to take the shot, not hesitating for one second. The only thing you need in that moment is him dead. And just like that the war is over. All the hurt, all the suffering, is finally over. But you feel like you have a hole in your chest more hollow than any blaster shot could make you feel.

Your brothers are dying less than they ever have, but you feel even less like a person than before. You follow orders. No one asks for your opinion. No one asks for your name. You are disposable and you know you will be replaced. Citizens who used to flee towards you are now fleeing away from you, as if you were as unfeeling as the droid army that tried to take them over. Only it wasn’t them who took over, was it?

This empire, which the deepest part of yourself is telling you to trust, goes against everything you were ever taught to defend. The first thing this empire ever told you to do was to kill the man who risked his life countless times for you and your brothers and you did it without question. Why? It seemed like the right thing to do at the time. Maybe if you had waited, had thought for just a second longer, Obi-Wan Kenobi would still be alive. He would be alive, put a hand on your shoulder, smile in that way that makes the edges of his eyes crease, and tell you “I forgive you, Cody.”

But it’s done. You’ve already killed him. It happened a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. It is already over. Nothing can be done to change it.

[rosemaryhoney27]

Danny's request for shelter part 1

Title: "Sanctuary of Themyscira"

Danny Fenton stood on the Watchtower, his hands clenched at his sides. The stars beyond the observation deck shimmered cold and distant, but they weren’t what made him feel alone. Somewhere out there, in the shadows between Earth and the Ghost Zone, people were hunting his sisters.

Jazz and Dani hadn’t asked for this. They weren’t ghosts like him—well, Dani sort of was, being his clone—but that hadn’t stopped the Realms Enforcement Coalition or the surviving anti-meta groups from painting a target on their backs. Just for being related to him. Just for loving him.

They’d already been attacked twice. Once at a safe house in Keystone. Again at a supposed sanctuary in Star City. They were lucky to be alive. Danny was done taking chances.

Which is why he now stood before her.

Wonder Woman—Princess Diana of Themyscira—watched him with eyes both fierce and kind. She didn’t look surprised when he explained his request, only thoughtful.

"You wish for them to be hidden," she said. "To be sheltered in Themyscira."

Danny nodded. “Just until this all blows over. I know how it sounds. And I know they’re strong. But this isn’t about what they can handle—it’s about what they shouldn’t have to. Please. They’re in danger just for being close to me.”

Diana studied him. “And what of you?”

He shrugged with a bitter smile. “I’ve survived worse. They’re my priority.”

There was silence between them, filled only by the hum of the Watchtower systems. Then Diana’s voice broke through, resolute.

“Very well. Themyscira will grant them sanctuary. They will be treated as honored guests.”

Danny’s breath caught. “Thank you. You won’t regret this.”

Jazz had protested.

“Danny, you don’t have to protect me! I’ve trained with Batman, remember? I’m not helpless.”

Dani had backed her up. “I literally have your powers! I’ve taken on ghosts that make grown heroes wet their spandex. We don’t need babysitting!”

But in the end, neither could deny the way Danny had looked at them. Like he’d already imagined their graves. Like he'd already lost them in his mind.

So they agreed—reluctantly.

Themyscira was unlike anything either girl had expected.

When they stepped through the portal guided by Zatanna’s spell, they were met with a sun-drenched island blooming with wild beauty and carved stone. Towering cliffs, open skies, and the rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore. And warriors. So many warriors.

The Amazons were formidable, radiant in their discipline and power, but it was their welcome that surprised the girls the most.

“Dani, yes? The spirited one,” said General Philippus, eyeing the younger girl with a smirk. “I hope you like sparring. Our youngest cadets are already placing bets.”

“And Jasmine,” added Antiope, voice smooth like flowing water, “We’ve heard of your mind. Your insights will be treasured in our archives. Perhaps even in our strategy councils.”

Jazz blinked. “I’m a psychology major…”

Antiope only grinned. “All the better.”

Within days, Jazz had found herself deep in Themysciran scrolls, helping redesign training protocols and discussing philosophy with scholars and generals alike. It was exhilarating—and humbling.

And Dani? Dani was a menace. In the best way. She flew circles around the training fields, challenged warriors to aerial tag, and managed to beat three of them in a footrace on her second day.

One afternoon, as Dani flew over the coast, a group of young Amazons cheered from below, chanting her name like she was some kind of celebrity.

“She reminds me of Diana when she was young,” said one elder with fond exasperation. “So much mischief in such a small package.”

Back in the mortal world, Danny slept easier—just a little. Knowing they were safe helped. But what he didn’t know was how much the Amazons had taken his sisters into their hearts.

When a reconnaissance agent from one of the hostile groups tried to breach the veil of Themyscira, they were caught, questioned, and sent back missing a few teeth and with a very clear message:

“Harm them, and you’ll face Themyscira’s wrath.”

Weeks later, Diana approached Danny again.

“You did well,” she told him. “Few would have thought to ask for sanctuary, even fewer would have been granted it. But I am glad you trusted us.”

Danny gave a tired smile. “They’re my family. I’d do anything for them.”

Diana nodded. “And they are now our family too.”

And in Themyscira, Jazz sat beneath a flowering tree, writing in a leather-bound journal about trauma and identity in warrior societies, while Dani taught a group of younger Amazons how to do mid-air backflips—and left a trail of laughter in her wake.

They were safe. They were home.

And for once, Danny Fenton could breathe.

[jedi-starbird]

Alpha-17 and Obi-Wan being friends (derogatory) on 17's part and friends (threatening) on Obi-Wan's part is such an underrated dynamic

They could be so funny and terrifying, like Obi-Wan went through a soul shredding experience with Alpha-17 as his only company. They're friends because what else are you gonna be after you witness each other at absolute rock bottom from torture.

It's like 'dog put in cage of cheetah who's threatening to go crazy', except the dog is a grizzly bear and also threatening to go crazy.

Emotional support trooper except the trooper in question has never done any sort of supporting in his life and is actively an emotional distress trooper to a great number of the CC batch.

I want them texting everyday, I want Obi-Wan mailing handmade BFF bracelets to Alpha and Alpha sending pics back of him flipping off the camera but still wearing them, I want Alpha using Obi-Wan to keep track of and occasionally terrorize his cadets, I want 17 ending problems in the GAR (like Krell) before they begin because Obi-Wan has him shipped out on a personal transport at the first opportunity, decked out with slug-throwers Obi-Wan got him for his decant-day.

Natborn officers think this is all just an odd indulgence of General Kenobi, the Vode, however, correctly identify it as a goddamn threat and their danger assessment of Obi-Wan ticks up significantly.

When Alpha arrives on Kamino, Shaak Ti presses a shiny new comm into his hand. It has the Jedi Order symbol painted onto it alongside a smiley face sticker, and it pings immediately with a new message: Hello! I hope you're settling in well!

Alpha stares at the message, stares at the singular contact named 'OWK' and then stares Shaak Ti in the eye as he pitches the comm straight into the ocean. Shaak Ti's serene smile only grows larger as she calmly reaches into her robes and pulls out an identical comm, only this one has a frowny face sticker, and presses it into his hand. It lights up: I'm afraid we've bonded, Alpha :). Alpha shuts it off and pockets it with resignation.

Cody arrives on Alpha-17's personal recommendation.

A-17: He's the most difficult little bastard I have. You're perfect for each other. OWK: Thank you, he's very handsome :3 A-17: No. Stop.

The first thing he asks once he gets comfortable is who his general is texting so much that has him swinging his legs and twirling his hair. Cody assumes it's Anakin, given they seem joint at the hip anyway, but little does he know Obi-Wan's ability to consistently have the Weirdest Relationships Ever.

"Oh, it's Alpha-17, I understand you're familiar with each other?" Hmm. OK. Cody.exe is experiencing a processing error, please hold. He exits the room instead of answering. The next day he peeks over the General's shoulder when he's texting and sees walls of rambling messages from Obi-Wan. Alpha-17 replies every hour with a single text: Lose this number. Obi-Wan giggles. "He's so funny." he says.

When Obi-Wan meets the rest of the CC batch, Cody makes sure to stand perfectly angled so that he can record the reactions when his general cuts off their introductions with "Oh, no need, Alpha-17's told me all about you." It's always immediate FEAR.JPG followed by a slow spiral of What The Fuck.

What do you mean by that General. What does that mean Cody. What do you mean they text. No. Cody. What the fuck is happening, Cody. Alpha-17 doesn't have friends he has enemies and enemies he tolerates enough not to shoot on sight.

OWK: Wolffe reached for his vambrace? when I mentioned you A-17: That's where he keeps his spare knife. OWK: Hm that does explain the way he eyed me up, ambitious. A-17: Clearly not enough, he should have followed through. I taught them better.

[404creep]

Y'all were eating up my Simon x civilian cleaner drabble, so I decided to add some more on it!

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In the last one I said that you just accept him following you around like a creep because he gives you scary dog privileges, but that wasn't an immediate thing.

Early on when you first caught his attention there were many young cadets that had the unfortunate timing of trying to flirt with you when he'd show up for his daily fix.

Safe to say those poor cadets would end up running laps until they were sick.

One had the nerve to try and get your number while Simon was watching and he became the volunteer (victim) for Simon's next hand to hand combat training dimenstration.

The whole thing just literally ended up as more work for you because you had to mop up the blood

He felt so bad :(

Never wants to make more work for you

One time, a comms tech wasn't looking where he was going and ended up bumping into you in the hall while you were sweeping and spilled his coffee all over the floor and a little on you

Literally started screaming about YOU needing to watch where YOU were going and about how you're just a cleaner and you're easily replaceable and all that.

You're biting your tongue because you need this job, but damn if the coffee soaking your shirt didn't hurt.

Simon, however, is PISSED.

How dare that little shit stain talk down to HIS bird????? And he didn't even have the decency to ask if you were okay????

Marched right over and pulled that little dickhead away from you. Made him clean up his mess and then Simon contacted his direct supervisor about the little shit making a hostile work environment and harassing civilians.

Dude got put on probation

You warm up to Ghost after that.

He may be a weird little stalker, but at least he had your back

Safe to say after that event EVERYONE on base knew to stay away from Simon's little cleaning lady unless they wanted to face his wrath.

Johnny is tickled pink by it when he finds out

Soap will hover around you now too, asking you stupid questions about your life and telling you dumb jokes while side eyeing Ghost looking like the cat that ate the canary.

Johnny is nice enough but you long for the days when you could do your work in silence.

Ghost also misses the time when you worked in silence because he's never wanted to punch Johnny in the face more than when he interrupts your guys' quality time

Now onto the kid

The first time Simon sees you go pick up the toddler from the base daycare he almost cries

Convinced you're married or have a man at home looking after you and his little fantasy shatters. He'd never seen a ring on your finger so he assumed you were single but maybe you took it off when you were at work???

He basically goes into mourning

He's in a horrible mood for a while after that and it drives the 141 a bit crazy.

He refuses to go watch you after that, because he doesn't wanna step on any toes but he misses you :(

You notice the absence and honesty kind of miss your shadow :(

Johnny finally can't take it and casually asks one day if you got a mister at home

You say no and explain that you take care of your sisters kid.

Johnny basically skips to Simon to give him the good news.

After that your shadow is back and he's even moved a bit closer to you.

You're happy to see him back honestly

Meanwhile Simon is thinking of all the ways he can sweep you off your feet. His poor bird has so much going on in her personal life, he needs to take care of her.

Starts leaving little treats in your locker

You know who they're from

[steve-rogers-language]

Hey Steve.... I need to talk to you, pal.

@jbbarnes-official

Of course pal. What do you need?