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[stealingpotatoes]

Are going to do any more Organa twins AU? No pressure just curious

i've been saving this ask for whenever i wanted an excuse to draw this au again (so short answer, yes!)

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[number1spencerreidstan]

[bluemoonscape]

Big fan of characters who “kill” their younger selves. Characters who resent the past version of themselves for letting them get hurt, who look at that kid and feel revolted by the foreignness of it. Characters who feel they have to cut the child out of them like a tumor because it’s hurting them too much and if I don’t kill you you’ll kill me. Nearly nothing remaining of that past self but for the little connections and mannerisms they can’t kick, and when it shines through, it’s a terrible, tragic thing, because the child is still in there. It’s in there and it’s grotesque in its suffocation. But it’s there.

[heph]

The tech guy in movies

[muffinlance]

Consider: Post-canon Zuko wakes up in the body of his childhood self, the morning of That War Meeting. Would he still speak against the plans, knowing his fate? What do you think he would do differently the second time around?

"Turned away at the doors, Zuzu?"

"Shut up, Azula," her brother sulked. But sulked weirdly, after staring at her too long and too wide-eyed, not like she'd surprised him but--

But like he hadn't expected her to be there. At all.

He turned away. ...He turned back. "Hey, Lala? Do you think you could help me practice that one set?"

He didn't meet her eyes.

She narrowed hers. "Which set?"

"The one I'm bad at."

She scoffed. Pushed away from the wall she'd been leaning against. "That's all of them, Dum-Dum."

He didn't shout or stomp or yell about the nickname. His lips twitched.

"It's okay," he said. "If you're afraid you won't be a better teacher that my instructor..."

It was the most obvious manipulation ever.

Perhaps if he proved an adequate firebending student, she'd work on his courtly survival skills next. Honestly, it was good that not even Uncle Gets-Cousins-Killed had been fool enough to take Zuko into that war meeting. She could only imagine how terribly that could have gone.

"Keep up," she said, and turned her steps towards the training grounds.

He did. There, and during the katas she ran him through.

Azula kept her eyes narrowed.

"Hey," he asked, "do you know how to bend lightning yet?"

As if he could have missed it, if she'd been able to get more than sparks. "I will soon," she said.

"You will," he agreed, and flowed through his next set. The one she'd only just mastered.

Father didn't notice how weird Zuzu was being. Uncle never noticed anything. Zuko ate dinner and asked a servant for seconds and didn't stutter or flinch or lose his appetite when father asked, coolly, what he'd done with his day. Azula's shoulders tensed, because one mention of how she'd squandered her own training time teaching him--

"Azula hogged the training grounds. For hours," Zuzu scowled, exactly like a petulant thirteen year old.

Exactly like he hadn't been acting all day.

By the time Father was looking her way, Azula had her usual smirk in place. "I'm sure there would be room for both of us," she said, "you're not afraid of a little friendly fire, are you, brother?"

Zuko sulked. And ate his seconds, like he was enjoying each bite. There was something in his eyes, like a joke no one else was getting.

---

Father died that night. A heart attack. There were the faintest of burns to either side of the treacherous organ; the royal physician hypothesized that he'd grabbed at his chest, fingers burning hot in his final moments; so hot they'd only exacerbated the problem.

The royal physician would never have been brought any victims of lighting strikes. Those that occurred in the capital did not generally require a doctor in the aftermath.

Zuzu ate a hearty breakfast.

He didn't order seconds. Azula gave him points, at least, for not being tacky.

---

The sages named Iroh as regent.

They named Zuko as Fire Lord.

"No," the tiny Fire Lord in his perfectly miniaturized Fire Lord robes said, sitting at the head of his war council. "We're not doing that. And I'll be reviewing all recent battle plans, as well. What's this I hear about a division of new recruits being deployed to the front?"

He did not mention how he'd heard of the 41st Division. No one asked.

"Prince Iroh, surely--" one of the generals tried to appeal.

The young Fire Lord's regent was looking as startled as the rest of them, for a moment. Then he sipped his tea, and smiled.

"Your Fire Lord is correct, of course. A change in our leadership--a change the other nations may mistakenly view as weakness--will necessitate a change in our strategy."

"Now," said their lord, "what, exactly, is our overall objective in this war?"

War, the new Fire Lord decreed, was not an end unto itself.

---

The new Fire Lord continued to have time, to pretend to be trained by her. Azula watched him. Adjusted her footwork. Did not tolerate, and was not offered, any commentary on who was teaching who.

"What did you do with my brother?" she asked, as they flowed from one set to the next. As her hands, poised to throw fire, just so happened to be pointed his way.

He missed a step. It didn't look like an act.

"I'm, uh. Right here?"

She didn't bother to dignify that.

He didn't bother to look worried about her hands, one movement off from a true attack.

He looked around, then grabbed her sleeve, and tugged her further from any walls that may hide ears. The royal family's private training grounds were wonderfully large, and wonderfully open.

"It's me," he said. "It's still me. Just. More of me? Longer of me?"

She narrowed her eyes. A familiar expression, by this point. "Explain."

"...I found the Avatar," he said. "And this is definitely his fault, but--but I guess it started at a war meeting, when I was thirteen."

Azula listened. It was a very Dum-Dum story.

[guerrillatech]

exactly the energy we need for 2025

[aficionadoenthusiast]

jason's 13 years at the super disciplined camp and several years as a leader of said camp mean it is very unlikely that he is any shade of feral, except for maybe a few minor idiosyncracies that all camp jupiter kids have because they all spent time at the wolf house, but since they all have these traits, they might be considered cultural rather than feral. however, annabeth chase, who was famously left alone until she was seven and was raised by an ancient greek horse man that used to live alone on a mountain, a barely sober god of mental illness, several other mythical beings based on animals, and approximately 37 different traumatized, exhausted, and desperate teenagers at an unregulated summer camp where she learned how to be scary by studying greek monsters, would definitely be somewhere near feral.

[politijohn]

Source

That’s 8% of the population…

[cardo-de-comer]

the Ultra Harbingers

[im-yotsu]

🏳️‍🌈HAPPY PRIDE!!!🏳️‍⚧️

Fuck you Disney these characters are queer :)

Commission info

Version with my headcanon individual pride flags under the cut:

It's ok to disagree with my headcanons, just don't be a prick

Also, yes, this is the return of the Kalluzeb boob meme

[jellyfishforest135]

Saw this diva posing in the background of Heroes of Mandalore and had to sketch him. Chat, what’s he thinking about? Wrong answers only.

[stealingpotatoes]

Who would win in a fight? The noble eunuch Tucker or Sith Lord Darth Vader?

[zukoupy]

i wonder if the clones found comfort when it rained.

standing guard in a rainstorm, hearing the soft *pishhhh* as it hammers down around them. closing their eyes and imagining, just for a moment, that they're a cadet back on kamino. their batch is all together, and nothing bad has happened to any of them. no loss, no scars, just chatting late at night and dreaming about fighting for their republic.

i wonder if they hated it.

the rain reminds them of something they'll never have again, and maybe never truly had: a home. the rain reminds them of the icy kaminoans, the scorns from bounty hunters hired to train them. the rain is loud and unpleasant and cold, just like kamino had been.

the rain sounds like home, feels like brotherhood, tastes like loss, smells like death. the rain looks familiar, and inviting, but it's frigid and sharp.

[jasminebythebay]

gave them impractical but very pretty embellishments hehe

additional notes below the cut:

CODY: I was not expecting Cody to end up looking like a paladin, but it suits him. Ironically, the more I designed him, the more I ended up appreciating his actual design. Something about how he deliberately does not wear any major embellishments reflects his personality as competent and straightforward. He doesn't need any embellishments or fancy maneuvers to command respect, his work speaks for itself.

Also gave Cody a Big Gun (TM) because it looks way cooler than the teeny blaster he usually uses. This is the very first time I've ever had to research firearms for my art because some gun nerd worked on the series and now every single damn blaster is an actual known model and design rather than just being a generic long black rectangle.

WOLFFE: Self-explanatory

FOX: Really struggled with Fox. I love his default design because it already has very little white and I didn't want to hide his fancy pattern. I was originally going to go for a kitsune approach but I was struggling to give his helmet a fox pattern, especially since I didn't want to remove his visor (Wolffe's designers really popped off with his helmet, idk how they managed to fit the wolf design on it).

Ended up giving him the fox pelt shrug, cape, and tassels because I imagine that the Coruscant Guard is extremely public facing, especially in the Senate, so a certain level of decorum and dressiness is expected of them, kind of like the King's Guard at Buckingham Palace.

Shout out to Hot Toys, whose action figures are so beautifully designed I could actually use them as refs for art. Double shout out to them for making every single clone, including the Bad Batch, actually look like Temuera Morrison or derivative of him.

((( I'm sorry TCW but you cannot convince me that the 2008 clone models you made and then got stuck with look anything like Temuera Morrison. ))))

[morgan-n-cheese-91]

old Obi-Wan is so funny to me because his sass and overall bitchiness is like the last thing he's got and I'm so proud it survived the great depression of his 40s.