#the disaster trio

[tamago-aki]

clone wars propaganda... 🫡🫡

happy (almost one month late) valentines day... i love and miss them... thinking of turning this into a tshirt design maybe?? ✍️👁️👁️⁉️

[jedislight]

there is only one braincell and none of them hold it

[crowlipso]

Find a friend group like this, who will always be with you in every universe (you can't get rid of them)

[kaermorhenna]

The first drawing I've done in... Gosh. About 3 years?

Ahsoka, Obi-Wan, and Anakin AKA The Disaster Trio. ❤️ I tried to replicate the style of the mural in the Jedi Temple of Lothal of the Father, Daughter, and Son from the Mortis arc.

Taking this little baby to C2E2 this weekend and hopefully adding the signatures of the cast! Fingers crossed!!!

[spookednsaucy]

Eddie is sick...

(first time I've written something, not sure if it will become a regular occurrence or not but, I hope its got a good mouth feel for ya)

AO3

Steve and Robin were in the middle of a heated debate over what movie they were going to watch tonight when the apartment door slammed open, rattling the poorly hung picture frames on the wall.

Steve immediately moved into a defensive position as Robin grabbed the closest thing to her that could be used as a weapon. They crept down the hallway, ready to pounce on whomever, or whatever had barged into their haven.

They heard the intruder before they saw them. Quiet grumbles and groans came from the entryway; the sounds of items being tossed about and the door being thrown shut. Steve and Robin only relaxed once they recognized the voice rounding the corner.

Eddie chucked his shoes into the corner, pointedly ignoring the shoe rack that Steve had put by the door. He kicked the door shut and trudged down the hall, prepared to shower and collapse in bed, when he saw two dark figures watching him in the darkened doorway. He let out a small shriek as he lunged for the light switch.

Before him now illuminated by the weak overhead light was Steve, phone receiver in hand raised and ready to strike; behind him was Robin, with a deadly look in her eye, holding a plastic ladle like it was a baseball bat. 

Eddie began to laugh at the ridiculous sight when he was cut short by Robin tossing the ladle at his head.

“Hey! What was that for?” he grumbled as he rubbed the sore spot on his head.

“You know you can’t just barge in like that!” Robin practically screamed at him. Steve moved forward to check Eddie’s head, “We didn’t know it was you! We could’ve hurt you!” Steve said as he went to lock the front door and check for any damage to the cheap plywood structure.

Eddie puffed his chest up, “Well I’ll have you know, I’ve received terrible news, that which has left me in a dreadful mood, I fear that you have only exacerbated the issue with your large spoon throwing!”. Steve rolled his eyes and met Robin’s equally amused stare.

“It’s a ladle, not a spoon,” said with all the bitchiness Steve could muster. 

Of course, Steve would know the particular cookware vernacular. 

Eddie, seething with annoyance, prepared his retort.

“Well you would know, wouldn’t you?” He shoved passed the two of them moving to collapse on the couch in a dramatic flourish.

“The hell does that mean?” Steve said as he tossed his hands in the air. He looked at Robin, gesturing at the metalhead who has now become one with the old musty couch.

"Can you believe this?” Steve looked to Robin for a response. She shook her head and released a small sigh, as she shoved Eddie over so she could sit.

“What’s the bad news Eddie?” Robin tried to be comforting in case it was a serious situation but kept a healthy amount of suspicion in her mind since it was Eddie after all.

Eddie half-heartedly rolled over. “I dare not say it aloud, for fear may consume me whole”, his lip quivered as he spoke. He doesn’t know if it was the trembling lip or the small strangled noise he made that softened Steve up, but here he was leaning over Eddie with concern all over his face.

“What’s going on? Is it code red?” Steve glanced toward the counter where the walkie was placed, panic overtook his tense frame. Before he could move to grab it, Eddie was grabbing his wrist, yanking him away. Steve crouched down, petting Eddie's hair and making concerned eye contact with Robin.

Eddie cleared his throat before he spoke, “‘Fraid not Steve-O. It's far worse!” He moved his hand to dramatically drape it across his forehead. Robin grabbed his hand to look him in the eye.

“I need you to cut the drama act and tell me what's going on,” she said frantically. “Like on a scale of failing senior year again” (“Hey!”) “To Vecna zombies, what are we talkin’?” She spits the last sentence out like it was demobat flesh.

Eddie looked toward Steve ready to crack another joke, but the damn Ken doll of a man was rooting through the closet pulling out the emergency bags and his bat. 

Shit, shit, shit.

Eddie sat up quickly, jostling Robin who was manically chewing her nails, eyes flicking between the two men like she was trying to decide which fire to put out first. 

Before Eddie could even get a word out, Robin tackled him to the floor. She began shaking his shoulders. “Just tell us what’s happening!! I can’t take it anymore!” She managed to yell out between her shaking assault on Eddie's shoulders.

Eddie squawked, trying to wriggle out from under Robin. “Steve! Are you just gonna stand by while she gives me shakin’ Eddie syndrome?!” Man, Robin was stronger than she looked.

Steve took one look over his shoulder and dropped everything, deeming Robs the more dangerous threat. The frazzled metalhead grinned up at his personal knight in shining armor, well at least until Steve joined in on the Eddie abuse.

With Robin violently shaking him by the shoulders and Steve manhandling his face like a stress ball, Eddie was preparing for his imminent death.

“Eds, I need you to tell us what's wrong or else I’m grabbing the walkie and radioing the whole party. So, you can tell us or you can tell the six children with severe PTSD reactions.” Steve spoke with a deadly calm that rattled Robin enough to stop her assault. 

Eddie swallowed, trying to digest the threat without choking. ”Fine, fine. I surrender! Release me!” he gasps, attempting to catch the breath that was punched out of him the moment he was shoved to the floor.

Without Robin’s steel grip on his shoulders, he was able to squirm out from under her and escape the two beasts he calls ‘friends’. Eddie stands, attempting to smooth out his hair; across from him, the shining twins stood, arms crossed and hips popped out in motherly disapproval. 

Steve’s expression held a sternness that was rivaled only by Robin’s next to him. 

Never one for a moment of silence, Robin spoke first. “Eddie. Tell us what’s happening. Now”. The air seemed to thicken in the room; Eddie’s skin felt itchy and uncomfortable. The tension was nauseating, he knew he was in trouble, and he was uncertain if he could peacock his way through this.

Rubbing his hands over his face and groaning, he falls on the couch once again. “Ok, ok, I’m sorry.” Eddie’s face was grim and cold, lacking the sunshine he normally exudes. “I got diagnosed with something, but before you start worrying, it's not contagious like that. So, you guys are safe and all…” He took a deep breath in, “But if you want me to move out, I get it. I don’t want to make either of you uncomfortable”. 

Steve’s eyes are glassy with unshed tears; Robin’s lip is quivering as she blinks rapidly. They both miss the small spark of mischief that flickers in Eddie’s eyes. Before Eddie can even come clean and get to the punch line, they pull him up and wrap him up in a suffocating hug. His face shoved into the warmth of Steve’s chest and his side compressed against Robin. Both their arms were like vise grips around him, locking Eddie in place. 

Eddie was quiet, not for a lack of words, but a lack of air; he couldn’t fucking breathe. Robin loosened her grip and Eddie gasped for air as she tried to speak through sniffles. “We love you Eds. Of course we don’t want you to move!” Steve nodded vigorously in agreement, “Yeah we want to support you, man. This is scary, but we’ve handled scary before”. 

Steve pulled him close for one more squeeze before letting him go, Robin still clung to his side. She pulled back a bit before she said, “Did you really think we would let you deal with this alone? You’re our friend, Eddie”. Her voice was full of hurt and anxiety, Eddie wanted to soothe her and fix it. 

“Well, no I didn’t think that, bu-”

Steve interrupted, unable to let Eddie finish his thought. “Look I know what you’re going to say, but Eds, it could’ve been any of us! Your sexuality doesn’t make it your fault, ya know” Steve was earnest as he spoke, which made Eddie even more bewildered. 

What did his sexuality have to do with anything?

He stepped back, hoping the small distance would help bring clarity to the situation. “Ok, I think there’s been a mix up here, 'cause I’m lost” he holds up his hands in innocent surrender. Robin and Steve, the terrible twosome, stare back at him in equal confusion.

“You’re confused? I’m confused!” Robin throws her hands in the air, Steve stares blankly at the floor trying to puzzle out what the hell is happening. Robin spun on her heel, “Wait, Eddie, what were you diagnosed with?”. She had a gleam in her eye, she figured it out.

Eddie pulled his hair in front of his face, and shamefully flopped back onto the couch, shoving his face in between the cushions. 

“Mhmnngmhhn” his words too muffled to make out from under the mess of hair and old couch stuffing.

Robin exasperated, looks at Steve, tossing an awkward gesture in Eddie’s direction. Still confused, Steve leaned forward to pull the grumbling mop of hair out from the cushions. Eddie released a loud groan, squishing his eyes closed so he didn’t have to look at Steve’s concerned face. 

Steve squished Eddie's face in his hands and looked him in the eye to say, “Hey can you repeat that for me? I don’t speak couch.” Eddie’s mask of perpetual sorrow and shame broke for a moment to let out a small chuckle. Robin rolls her eyes and plops down next to Eddie, “We just wanna help” she says tentatively like she might scare him away. 

Shoving his head back into the couch crevasse, Eddie screams “I SAID… mnhngnmmh”.

A loud clap breaks through Eddie’s pitty fest and makes him sit upright. Steve is standing before him, hands on hips. “You’re killin’ us Eds. I’m calling the party.” 

He grabs the walkie, “Hey guys-” 

“I SAID I WAS DIAGNOSED WITH GIGANTICUS GENITALIUS!” Eddie’s face was red, the vein in his forehead ready to pop, panic and guilt in his eyes visible. Once the words leave his mouth he lets out a scream and tries to crawl underneath the couch, a space that obviously would not fit a grown man. In a whimper of failure, he falls back on the couch hiding his face behind Robin’s shoulder.

After an uncomfortable silence, he only peeks out when he feels Robin shaking next to him. She’s laughing, “She’s fucking laughing!” Eddie was angry, no wait, he was relieved? 

As he went through the 5 stages of grief, he spun around to look at Steve. Steve whose face is bright red and his eyes tearing up as he holds back hysterical giggles. And Eddie just stands there, baffled, as he watches his two friends collapse onto the floor in a cramp-inducing fit of laughter. Once the shock passed, Eddie fell apart and joined them on the floor, his bright smile and dimples out in full force. 

“Giganticus Genitalius”, Robin squealed in between hiccuping breaths of air. Eddie smacked her arm only for Steve to retaliate by giving him a vicious noogie. They spend way too long laying together on the floor, repeating the awful joke back and forth until their stomachs hurt from the laughter. 

“We thought you were dying!” Steve manages to choke out. Robin soberly sits up and looks at Eddie, “I thought we would have to have the safe sex talk again”. Her serious attitude was met with a pillow to the face and a screech that sounded a lot like Eddie saying “We said we would never speak of that again!”.

Once the laughter died down, and they were breathing hard, Steve spoke quietly. “Really, we’re glad you’re ok Munson”.

[lcec0ldheart]

Time to introduce my OCs‼️

Oh boy! Here we are!

Since I’m beginning to use tumblr, I can now finally introduce my trio of disasters! I’ve been waiting a while to start talking about them, and I think putting them here is better than info dumping on my private account lol. With that out of the way, let’s go!

VIOLET STARIUS⭐️🌙

(Funfact: She’s the newest of my ocs, being first made only a month or two ago! Loosely inspired by Liko, but she’s changed quite a lot since then!)

The first, and youngest of the trio! Violet is 14 years old, her birthday being January 31st. She’s a curious, intelligent, somewhat shy gal. Kind, empathetic, caring, and wants to help others. She loves space -and in the pokémon version of her- pokémon as well. You’ll find her reading, drawing something, or playing her violin, and while she’s a bit nervous, she’s open to try new things to learn them, as she wants to learn what does the world around her hold! Though, Violet’s a bit forgetful, clumsy, and gets lost easily…She’s also a bit of a people pleaser, and is terrible at lying. The heart of the group, as she’s why the three have managed to form a strong friendship.

Violet has the ability to use telekenesis, via focusing energy using her hand onto objects (or people!) to move them around, to wherever she wants them to go. She can also see in the dark, hear very well, and her eyes glow in the dark for some reason…While she doesn’t like to fight, she’s good at dodging and using the oppenent’s movements against them.

FROST AURORA❄️🏹

(Second image is a shitpost. Funfact, he’s the first oc I made that’s listed here, being first thought up in november 2023!)

The second of the trio! Frost is 15 years old, his birthday is December 25th! He’s a more reserved/aloof guy. He’s also quite smart, especially in terms of tactics and fights! Frost is swift, chilling, and tenacious! Sassy, and he can get angry or spiteful. Despite this, he’s pretty considerate, and stands up for what he believes is right. Frost is somewhat stubborn, antisocial, but he wants to do the right thing. You’ll find him practicing the gutiar, drawing, or thinking. He wants to find his purpose and be strong for those he cares for -even if it means taking drastic measures.

Frost has the power to cool the temperature of stuff to the point it’ll freeze, being able to create ice and snow out of the water droplets in the air. He can manipulate ice too, and he’s skilled with a bow and arrow! He usually goes in for a fast attack, then getting out of the opponent's range until they’ve been defeated, though he knows how to put up a fight in close quarters as well.

CITRINE GOLDENHEART🗡️💛

(I still need to actually draw her, but this will have to do for now. Fun fact, the first concept of her was “what if this cartoon character was in pokémon”)

The last, and the oldest of the three! Citrine is 16 years old, and her birthday is on April 13th! An adventurous, hot-headed, brave and passionate girl. She can be impulsive and sometimes fails to consider the consequences of others, but she means well! Outgoing, reckless, and tackles things head on! She’s the most athletic of the three, being physically strong with good stamina. Citrine’s also very persistent, and will literally refuse to give up. Ever. It’s both one of her greatest strengths and flaws. She likes to play the drums, or go for a run, and…write? I know, surprising, but she loves creating stories, to tell during her journey or inspired by her adventures!

Citrine is real good with a sword, she was very excited when she found one! Turns out she likes stabbing and slashing whatever stands in her way! She’s best in close combat, using her sword to deliver strong attacks to deal a lot of damage! She tends to get hit, but being so perseverant and stubborn allows her to keep fighting until her opponent falls.

I hope that wasn’t too boring to read, but now I’ve introduced my main OCs! I’ll probably ramble about them on here, if you don’t like that sorry lol, this is my blog im the one writing about these idiots at 10 pm

Joking, though it is actually late! Thank you for reading all the way through, and I hope you have a lovely day! Bye byeee

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

Hermes, entering Apollo's room: Artemis did it again.

Apollo: Peace disturbance?

Hermes: What no-

Apollo: Arson..?

Hermes: NO, JESUS CHRIST, HOW MANY-

Apollo: uh....Attempted murder?

Hermes: NO, SHE ATE ALL THE FOOD IN THE FRIDGE, BUT WHAT THE FU-

[morgan-n-cheese-91]

Found family is when none of you are dress for the same goddam event

[delless03]

oooh you’re taking prompts?!! 

how about “This is an intricately constructed blanket fort. It’d be a shame if it went to waste.” for the disaster trio? maybe with anakin to obi and ahsoka?

Ahh thanks for the prompt, Natalie!! Also I'm so sorry this took a while | from these prompts

As the door slides behind them, Ahsoka hears Master Kenobi sigh; an indication that he's thinking the exact same thing as she is. "Anakin, you're supposed to be resting," he says as they watch Anakin pace back and forth in front of the couch, where a big something made out of blankets and pillows is. 

"Mmhmm," Anakin hums distractedly, dropping a stack of pillows in his arms next to another stack of pillows.

He seems to have forgotten that just this morning, he was discharged from the Halls of Healing after a week of him fighting a virus he had caught from his latest mission. 

That or perhaps he's merely ignoring it -- along with the strict order to rest from the healers. 

She shares an exasperated look with Obi-Wan before both of them quickly walks closer toward Anakin.

Up close, the big something almost looks like a tent but way, way, more cozy looking. A large blanket is draped over two chairs opposite each other, acting as a cover. In the space between the chairs are pillows, and a blanket is spread out underneath them. More cushions surround the chairs.

Ahsoka doesn't know where Anakin got all these pillows and blankets. But she has a feeling if she checks her room -- or Obi-Wan's -- she will find their beds stripped bare.

"All right, let me rephrase the question," Obi-Wan mumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Why aren't you in bed, Anakin?" 

This time her master does look up, his lips forming a pout. "I was bored, Obi-Wan. And you two were taking forever."

"We were only gone for fifteen minutes," Ahsoka sighs. 

"Still too long." 

"We were getting dinner." She lifts her hand with plastic bags dangling from her fingers. 

Anakin looks like he wants to say something more, but he's cut off by a sneeze -- followed by another and another. 

Ahsoka and Obi-Wan share a concerned gaze. "Are you okay, Master?" she asks.

Her master exhales a heavy breath, looking more tired than before. Despite that he still flashes them his typical smirk. "I'm fine, Snips. Don't worry so much." The statement would've been more convincing if Anakin hadn't started sneezing two minutes ago, and hadn't started coughing right after he said it.

Ahsoka furrows her eye-markings, worry rising at each harsh cough.

"Why do I find that hard to believe?" Obi-Wan asks, sarcasm and concern mixing together in his tone. His hand reaches up to feel Anakin's forehead, and Anakin doesn't even try to lean away like he usually would.

Ahsoka sees the worried frown on Obi-Wan's face as his hand moves to feel Anakin's cheek. "It's back to bed for you, dear one." His hand takes Anakin's wrist before gently pulling him back to the direction of his room.

"But--" a cough.

"You're still running a fever, Anakin."

"But Obi-Wan..." Anakin whines, pulling his hand away from Obi-Wan's grasp. "This is an intricately constructed blanket fort. It'd be a shame if it went to waste." 

Ahsoka huffs, crossing her arms. "And?"

Anakin turns toward her. His eyes are still a bit glassy, skin still a bit pale. "Didn't I just say it would be a shame if it went to waste?" 

"You did. But you also need to rest, Master," she answers with a roll of her eyes.

"Listen to your padawan, Anakin," Obi-Wan adds in. "Need I remind you that you are still recovering."

Anakin huffs, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "But I'm fine."

"Not with that fever you're not."

"You guys are no fun," Anakin mumbles.

"And you're being difficult," Obi-Wan sighs. He grabs Anakin's hand again -- before Anakin can utter another word -- and pulls him toward his room. "Now come."

For a moment, Ahsoka really thinks her grandmaster is successful. Of course, it's never that simple with Anakin.

After only a couple of steps -- and before Ahsoka can walk to the kitchenette and heat dinner up -- Anakin says, "Hold on, Master." 

Ahsoka's sigh chorus with Obi-Wan's. "What is it this time, Skyguy?" 

"And please not another 'I'm fine'," Obi-Wan adds. 

Her master rolls her eyes, and the grimace afterward doesn't go unnoticed. Ahsoka silently adds a potential headache to her growing list of Anakin's symptoms. "First of all, I am fine--"

"No, you're not," Ahsoka cuts in with a sing-song tone while Obi-Wan sighs for the umpteenth time within the hour.

"Honestly, Anakin," he says. "Can we not go through this again? You're still sick. We don't want to pay the Halls another visit now, do we? You need to--"

"Rest. Save my energy, I know," Anakin continues. "And I'm going to, but can I do that there?" He points at the blanket fort. "It's warmer and my room is oh so boring." 

"Anakin--" 

"Please, Master. Most of my blankets and pillows are in there anyway." 

"You mean all of our pillows and blankets -- including mine and Obi-Wan's?" Ahsoka can't stop herself from teasing.

"Fine, you caught me." She smirks at the sheepish reply, feeling the amusement radiating from her grandmaster's presence. But then she bites her lower lip in uncertainty. Even though he's not in the Halls anymore, Master Che says it will still be a while before he regains his strength, and there's still a possibility of him getting worse. And Ahsoka really doesn't want to relive the last few days of the virus rendering Anakin weak and badly ill.

"You promise?" 

Anakin's features soften. "Yes, Snips. I promise." 

Ahsoka nods, feeling the knot in her chest loosening. "Okay." She turns toward Obi-Wan, silently asking his opinion. His brows are furrowed, his hand stroking his beard in thought. A beat later, though, he smiles. "Oh, all right, Anakin. But I expect no funny business until dinner's ready, hmm?"

 "Yes, Master," he says with a grin. 

Obi-Wan shakes his head in exasperation. He takes the bags of food from Ahsoka's hand and meets her eyes. "Ahsoka, I trust you will keep an eye on him. Just in case." 

She snickers, ignoring the indignant "Hey! I'm right here you know" from her master and shrugging at the mock-glare he shoots at her. "You have my word, Master Kenobi." Grinning, Ahsoka does a salute.

Her grandmaster smiles before turning and heading toward the kitchenette.

"Now, Skyguy," Ahsoka starts once Obi-Wan is out of sight. "Let's see about this cozy tent you're so proud about." 

"It's 'blanket fort', Snips," Anakin corrects. 

"Whatever." Her master rolls his eyes, but he doesn't say anything else. Instead, he ducks down and enters the fort's entryway. Ahsoka follows suit a second later. 

The first thing that passes her mind once she's inside is that it's a crime that she only discovers that blanket forts existed just ten minutes ago. It's warm, just like Anakin said, and it makes Ahsoka wants to stay here forever.

"Like it?" he asks, a smile lighting up his face.

Ahsoka nods as she moves closer to where he leans back against the back of the couch. "I guess now I have no choice but to forgive you for stealing all my pillows," she says with a smirk.

"Lucky me," Anakin deadpans before he coughs. Ahsoka furrows her brow-marking, leaning forward to rub Anakin's back. Thankfully it doesn't evolve into a coughing fit, though shivers start to shake his body.  

Immediately, Ahsoka takes a blanket from the side and drapes it over Anakin's body. Without much thought, she also huddles closer to Anakin's side. "Thanks, Snips," he says.

"Mmhmm..." Ahsoka snuggles closer, tightening her arms around Anakin's middle. She looks up to see Anakin taking slow breaths.

With the closer distance, the haze of exhaustion in his eyes is more visible, making them glassy and dulling the blue orbs to gray. It doesn't belong there, she wants to make it go away.

"I'm okay, Snips," Anakin suddenly says as if sensing her worry. She wouldn't be surprised if he did.

Ahsoka groans dramatically. "You've literally been saying that all day."

Anakin grins at her, and she has to bite her lip to stop herself from grinning back. It doesn't work. 

Ugh, it's no fair that she couldn't stay mad at him for more than five seconds.

Ahsoka huffs softly -- ignoring the way Anakin laughs in victory. 

"I hate you," she mumbles, still smiling. 

"Awww, I love you too, Snips," he replies, teasing. 

Ahsoka rolls her eyes, lightly punching Anakin's shoulder. She shakes her head as another chuckle escapes the older Jedi's lips, the sound -- though hoarse and croaky -- soothing her worry for now.

 "I'll be okay, Snips," he says softer this time.

Ahsoka looks back up to meet Anakin's eyes. They still reflect bone-deep fatigue but there's a spark of determination in them too. She smiles again. "I know."

[coconuts-are-mammals]

Bultar: I wish you could block people in real life

Sha: Restraining order

Agen: Murder

[swan-orpheus]

No thoughts, head empty. Just Yuzuru Hanyu and Darth Vader.  💙 🖤

[stealingpotatoes]

This ask has been along time coming but whenever you post artwork with Anakin in one of those stupid text shirts I can’t help but think that Ahsoka would 100% join in and poor Obi wan would then be dragged I

omg YES

(donation doodles! // tip jar)

[ahhrenata]

*sigh*

[lualuadraw]

i made a sequel

[margonika00]

Ahsoka got tired of seeing sour faces, and she decided to change the situation a little😈