#fun/joy

[ninjigma]

Jedi June 2024 Week One - Fun/Joy Youngling Pia’itzi and Plo Koon

There aren’t many other Jedi who can withstand the atmosphere Plo breathes or the conditions he is native to, but Pia doesn’t mind it. With a small amount of supplement from Pia’s neck piece the two spend all kinds of time together in the specialized halls, quickly becoming a favourite place for both younglings where they can have a bit more space and quiet. They are fast friends for a lot of reasons, Pia energetic enough for the both of them and Plo’s patience a compliment to the young Yautja; but the balance they bring each other especially is something special.

Enjoy! :3

@jedijune

[kalevalakryze]

Shatter Meet Point

@jedijune Week 1; Prompt 1 Fun/Joy

Relationships: Mace Windu & Original Female Character, Mace Windu & Original Clone Trooper Characters

Characters: Mace Windu, Chessaf're'krudo (Original Female Character), CT-00-2010; Droidbait, Original Clone Trooper Characters, Anakin Skywalker (Mentioned)

Tags: No Major Warnings, Droidbait Lives,

Word Count: 717

AO3 Link: Here!

"Master Windu!" Chess called out, violet hair impossibly to miss in the seas of white-helmeted clones. Even with all the activity around her, the young knight's voice seemed to echo through the hangar as she deftly wove between the different platoons of marching troopers.

A gap between Mace's own 187th and Skywalker's 501st opened up, allowing the Keshiri to dart between them before being trampled, sidling up to her old Master's side with a bantha-shit eating grin on her face.

"Knight Krudo." He greeted civilly, carefully eying the fresh purple and red paint streaked across the battle-worn plastoid, barely hidden by equally worn robes. His brow rose inquisitively as he focused back ahead. Large gatherings of the troopers outside of Coruscant or Kamino were rare where so many different battalions were concerned. "Have you decided which of your troopers you'll be sending to our combined vanguard?"

He didn't need eyes to know that her grin was widening to a concerning stretch, able to catch the way the dark scar across her face wrinkled as her face contorted into something worrying. "Of course, Master. My men are ready... Would you like to meet them?"

Mace hesitated- Chess only knew some of the story, and could barely seem to grasp his... distance, from the troopers who'd fought and died at his command. She'd only been conscious for part of the first disaster on Geonosis. There was a reason his battalion never removed their helmets in his presence, and it all came back to that face. And unfortunately for him, his young knight could never seem to let. it. go.

A gloved hand reached to encircle his wrist. Mace barely uttered a grunt of protest before she was pulling him away towards the fleet of crudely painted LAATs.

"Generals on deck!" A voice shouted, commanding the attention of his brothers. The 141st snapped to attention, no helmet that faced them was alike, all with varying shades of reds and purples, capturing the visage of the Jedi they served.

"At ease," Chess called, waving the hand not keeping Mace prisoner as she continued to drag her Master through the ranks of her battalion, weaving once more as they resumed what had been interrupted. Despite their ease, not a helmet was removed. Mace couldn't help the swell of warmth in his chest, knowing the knight had asked them to refrain while he was among them.

"Master Windu, these are the troopers I've selected for your vanguard." There was something dangerous in her tone- not in the danger that came with the dark side, no. Something variably worse. The danger in a youngling's voice before a Master would find themselves sitting on a cushion full of goop.

"My finest ARCs-" The two specialists stood in a modified form of parade rest, hands clasped behind their backs, chins held high with the hangar lights glinting off their visors. The trooper on the left had paint crossed throughout his armor, giving the visage of a shattering transparisteel viewport . The soldier to the right was decorated in minutely detailed star maps and arrows, etched with the same care one would take if they were bleeding the ink into skin, not plastoid. "This is Shatter, and Point."

Mace blinked... then again. Chess poorly stifled the laughter that threatened to roar through her throat. Somewhere behind Mace, Skywalker's steps paused, openly guffawing at the interaction.

"Knight Krudo." Mace monotoned, staring at the troopers before him. "I find your so-called humor... lacking." He spun on his heel, causing Skywalker to run for the hills, hiding in the throngs of his own battalion. "Droidbait!" He called, zeroing in on one of the blue-painted troopers. "Welcome to the vanguard."

Chess paused, her grin slowly twisting into a scowl. Anakin's head poked through his platoon. "Uh... Master Windu? I was just going to give you Echo and Fives..."

"No need, Skywalker. Droidbait... and Cutup will do just fine with General Krudo's troops for this operation."

"Master?" His padawan's weight pressed into his side.

Watching her from his peripherals, brow raising as mirth threatened to pull at his face. "Master, you are not dodging the funny Mace Windu accusations after this one. Not for as long as I'm alive." The Keshiri's laughter rang through the hangar- Now, it was Mace's turn to scowl.

[almondpiglet]

ppl were drawing mikus from all over so heres habesha miku and her lil twin sibs rin and len!!

[ghosted-jazz]

Doey's 2/3 angsty traumatized teen, I think he'd love MCR

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

[raffi-cat]

red crowned crane grian

[tawnysoup]

You both jump in place for a bit, grinning.

[o0kawaii0o]

ROMANCE DAWN TRIO

[abd-illustrates]

💛 Training Gear 💛

Some alt fit concepts I doodled for the Heartless Crew a while back and forgot to post! Very rough ideas for what I imagine they might wear to train / work out , plus a couple more fashion-forward fits for the gals. ✌️✨

[DO NOT EDIT OR REPOST TO OTHER SITES / ACCOUNTS] ♻️reblogs are lovely tho!♻️

[aphel1on]

AuDHD is so funny sometimes like what do you mean my hyperfixations/special interests will last for years on end or possibly forever but they will cycle out every month or two with absolutely no transitional period or warning. like i will think about the same topic every day obsessively for 46 days in a row and on the 47th day with no visible cause adhd brain goes "ok! bored of that now" and autism brain goes "dw i got something queued up for ya" and i blast into full blown obsession on some other topic whose mental file folders haven't opened in 9 months. brain's out here treating hyperfixations like a crop rotation. once the dopamine runs out it cycles in another one but once something's in the rotation it never ever leaves. last summer we brought in one from when i was 11. it's so funny to me but frustrating too bc like. i cannot stress enough my inability to predict or control this. or how completely abrupt and random it can be

[blorbologist]

Misc Chateau Shorthalt screengrabs because OH man, look at how happy they all are!!!!!

[bcstag]

She did of course end up getting that 🌺 for da wife:

[cj-the-random-artist]

Is this my best comic ever?? Nope. Do I think I characterized either of these two particularly well in this comic?? Not really. Did I spend an unreasonable amount of time on it to the point that it would be a waste to not post it?? Yes, yes I did.

I really committed to this one, spent a lot of time on those backgrounds and treated myself to ample suffering with the perspective, which is not my strong suit but I am happy with how it ultimately looks. Yay perspective and background practice!!

(Tbh I shouldn't talk like I think this one sucks, I think I've just been staring at it for so long that my brain has decided it's not good and it's actually way better than I think it is, and honestly I am quite happy with it. The artistic process really is something, isn't it?)

The inspiration was basically me reminding... myself... to take breaks sometimes... by drawing for several hour stints during my only little bits of free time. Which totally tracks. Probably. But I've been rolling around in my brain this idea that Lambert is a very uptight people pleaser and anxious workaholic, but Narinder, at least since adjusting himself to the circumstances (which probably took at least a century, maybe two) has discovered the joys of self care, and has made an active effort to chill tf out. This has not made him any less terrifying to the cultists (save for Lambert's closest disciples), nor has it made him friendlier to really anyone but Lambert (and maybe his siblings), but he sure has found some serious peace of mind. That said, I can't place what his motivations are here. Perhaps he is secretly concerned about Lambert's sanity, because he doesn't want them to turn into what he was, or maybe he's just trying to steal away some quality time with his one and only friend, but regardless of the reason, I spent too much time on this for nobody to see it, dang it.

That said. Enjoy this silly little comic that I spent way too much time on, and I hope this silly comic brings you some joy today.

[faiell]

fanart of objection by @garagepaperback

full version (nsfw) on AO3 - this was a collab with @putridpommes who drew a gorgeous piece for another fic, so be sure to check out Chapter 1 as well so you don’t miss it!!

lines from the fic:

Over the pleading, brutal red of his neck, a river-run vein stretches, raised from the soft leap above his collar bone, a needy arrow up to his tight, tight jaw. It’s not enough to have him so wholly—he’s always been Harry’s like this, boneless or strung up like a bow, a petal bled all over his face, red wandering—Harry wants him further, more. To have the sort of flush won only with a sore muscle, not the picket-white pretty shit only. Whole, a home. Draco can’t—

Harry presses his mouth hot and full at his shoulder, pushes his stupid, sore heart in. “Please, for me. I need you.”