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No thoughts. Just Tech smiling after being told he did a good job.
#it still hurts#sobs in tech#tech bad batch#someone tell me if he comes back#I haven’t been able to watch tbb cuz of it
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Ohhhh this is fun! I’ve been to…
I think that’s 32? I’ll also be adding Kentucky to the map in June. Damn ok seeing it laid out like this I kinda feel the need to complete the whole map
this seems self-centered you know “stereotypical American bs” but I’m curious
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Whisky's Bundle of Awesome Things
Decided it was about time I did one of these pinned posts to introduce myself! Profile icon is by the very lovely and very talented @anstarwar!
Hi, I'm Whisky, she/her - I write.
I believe very much in ship and let ship. My current obsession is Clone Wars, and yes, I enjoy more than a little cloneshipping. If that's not for you, the back button is your friend!
I also reblog NSFW content! Girls gotta get a little enjoyment in life ya know?
Writing links below the cut!
My writing can be found on AO3, which you can find here:
I am currently writing a long, slow build story exploring the Coruscant Guard and a descent into fanon-typical abuse. It is, in all honesty, my pride and joy right now. Five chapters are up and at current writing it's not complete, but there are approx 60,000 words written. You can find that story here:
I update on here when I post chapters to AO3, so if you'd rather get your updates this way, you're in luck!
Petals Slip From Lips (Your Stain Upon My Heart) is a Hanahaki disease Fox-angst with a happy ending one-shot. You can fine it here:
I'm currently also writing a Jangobi Mandalorian training camp fic with dark elements such as unethical medical procedures/manipulation etc. You can find that one here:
I welcome likes, reblogs and comments! I get RABID about Marshall Commander Fox, no apologies! I do tend to get a bit over the top with reblogs, so I apologise about that one!
Please do feel free to send me an ask or a message about any of my stories or if you just want to chat! I'm happy to have a natter! You can find me on discord as WhiskyGoldWings as well.
Anyone who follows me, uh... Sorry for the sheer hail of reblogs, I forget how to queue...
My tags: my fanfic, marshall commander fox, not my art
Good luck and enjoy! <3
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Commission for the lovely @dreamerkath
Shh they’re resting after a long day
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Can’t get enough of these GOOD BOYS!
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Star Wars’ one OSHA man Commander Cody
Cody and Rex being beautiful boyfriends
Soft™ Boys
Resting Bitch Faces
Everyone has a Space iPad
and many a shenanigan
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"Polarization"
Regardless of his fate - his memory lives on.
#I am going insane#we will not get closure on this#I want to be wrong about that but everything thus far indicates#that we will not get closure#ahhhhhhhhhh#lovely art#tech bad batch#where are you tech#sobs
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I have three Always Sunny things that scream Newt and Hermann to me and I can’t decide which to draw next, so I thought I’d do a poll about it!
A:
B.
C.
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Wolves
#holy kriff#wow this is gorgeous#baylan skoll#shin hati#they were so compelling#wish we could get more of their backstory#lovely art#ahsoka series
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post zero hour kisses for the soul
what about ezra you may ask? well-
he is setting his boundaries early
#fkslldksa#Ezra no!#Kallus and Zeb awwww#kalluzeb#alexandr kallus#garazeb orrelios#lovely art#rebels
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Artists, writers, creative types out there...
If you're reading this while arting, or doing your creative endeavor of choice, go stretch your wrists!
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ooh tell me something about holo4.psd please? 👀
Hi! Thanks for the ask! :)
It's an image based on @bilbosmom-belladonna's fic, Picture (Im)perfect, which was like art catnip to me XD; I actually shared a little snippet of it maybe a week ago when I started the image, and normally, I would have finished it by now, but I paused that one to work on a birthday gift for a friend. I'll get back to the it once I'm done with the gift, though, since I rarely work on more than one image at a time.
But anyway, here's a little preview:
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LOUD.
Depa doesn’t take one look at Anakin Skywalker and wishes him to be her Padawan. She takes three.
Studying the art of Soresu has taught her many things. How to protect others, how to protect herself, how to wear someone down without being worn out in return.
While Obi-Wan had… Depa doesn’t want to call it “hop around”, but Obi-Wan had seemed rather indecisive after Attaru had turned out to be not the right choice.
Depa’s first and only choice had been Soresu. While Mace had shed a theatrical tear that she wouldn’t follow in his footsteps, she’d been enamored with the philosophy of the form.
Her first look at Anakin had been upside down.
She’d come across Obi-Wan showing Anakin the Temple when she’d seen him sign “a change in perspective can reveal what is right in front of us”. The context hadn’t mattered much, just that Obi-Wan had hugged the boy around his middle and the next thing Anakin was upside down and pointing excitedly.
“Oh there it is!”
She hadn’t thought much of it until Obi-Wan had shown up at her doorstep.
He had felt some darkness in the child. His erstwhile Master was murdered by a Sith. He had murdered the Sith.
“Everything is rather tumultuous,” he had signed to her raised brow.
Anakin needed a stabilizing presence here and all of Obi-Wan’s friends were either crazy or up to their necks in trial prep.
“I’m flattered, Padawan Kenobi,” she had replied, “let’s spar.”
Sparring was, in the end, more moving meditation but she felt his mind slowing its frantic pace, the events of the past weeks shifting into understanding.
They’d sat in silence for a long time. His cheek ended up on her shoulder and she dropped her chin on his head.
“Sleep, Master Kenobi,” she’d said softly. Much had been revealed during their meditation after all.
He had tapped a thank you on her arm.
Depa had taken her second look at Anakin after that.
A handful of a boy and she felt overwhelmed just by being near him. Only a Master’s Master would be able to train him when the time came.
Though she enjoyed his presence. Soaking up knowledge like a sponge, being deeply engrossed in tinkering with parts. The Force so close to the surface, like a maelstrom, but calming when Anakin had been given the right tools.
So bright the dark was almost unnoticeable. But Depa noticed. Wanted to help the boy overcome the darkness.
Depa had taken a third look at Anakin a few years after Obi-Wan had first brought him to the Temple, and she had realized that her wish to help him had transformed into wishing to train him.
“Yes! I feel so ready to begin my training,” Anakin had replied to her question, face alight with excitement and the jitters he couldn’t hide. “Ga’Tran said a Master chooses their Padawan but Loni said that’s…”
“Kriffing banthashit?” Depa supplied drily and felt Anakin laugh in the Force and her heart. “Anakin?” She wanted to at least offer. She wouldn’t be mad if he declined, life would move on and she’d still be there for him. But she wanted him to know that, now, gladly, with honor, she wanted to train him.
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Somewhat specific poll time! I genuinely don’t know if this is addressed in Pacific Rim canon so apologies if this was already answered (hello yes still relatively new the fandom), but I am curious:
#rebageling to my SW blog cuz maybe there’s some cross pollination#pacific rim#not star war#pacific rim poll#newt and hermann
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Boga Service Animal AU - Fluff Nap Time
P.S. I can't decide which version is better so here is both. Hope you enjoy!
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Loud.
part one two three
“You’re impossible!”
Obi-Wan harrumphs back at Cody with feeling. The way they’re running it’s equally impossible to sign or code tap. He engages the lights on his gloves, squeezes his fingers in a rhythm and the code appears in short and long lines on the back of his hand. Which he gladly shows to Cody. “You’re one to talk.”
“Dogpiling Grievous was a calculated move,” Cody huffs back, skids to a halt at a maintenance door that Obi-Wan almost missed. While Cody types in the emergency sequence, he carefully gets his message ready.
“You’re bad at math,” Cody reads blandly when he turns around. “Very funny.”
“Careful,” he signs, fingers stiff and unwieldy as the nervousness crawls through him. Setting in his knees, making them weak. A clump in his stomach. Stiff, clumsy hands.
“You know you can change your mind any moment,” Cody says, catches his eyes and Obi-Wan sinks into the warmth. “We can stop whenever you need.”
“No.”
Cody waits for him to continue but he can’t even nod or move. The gap between their fingers feels insurmountable.
But he wants this. Needs this, on a level deeper than the trust he has in Cody.
“Shadows don’t trust easily,” he wants to say. “I do even less.” His trust is forged in pain and loss and bittersweet victories. And faith.
“I like hugging,” his fingers confess and he feels stupid for the brief moment until Cody’s face lights up.
The mask digs into his face where it’s smashed against Cody’s shoulder. Cody’s arms feel safe and unhesitating and so sure it unlocks Obi-Wan’s knees and stomach and fingers and he’s hugging back with eyes closed.
For the first time in a long, long while he wants his voice back. He doesn’t know what he’d say. And perhaps it doesn’t matter. Just the urge to pull off the mask and move his mouth—
soft lips press against his temple just over the edge of the mask, gentle fingers tap on his hand in code, “I hear you.”
You really do, don’t you, Obi-Wan thinks, watches his own hand tap in the same rushed rhythm. One short, one long, two short.
“I hear you,” Cody signs back, forehead against Obi-Wan’s brow.
Three long.
Obi-Wan never lost his voice.
Three short, one long.
Not with the people that matter.
One short.
“Me too,” Cody whispers. “Ready?”
The catches on the mask hiss as they open.
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“You’re impossible!”
Obi-Wan harrumphs back at Cody with feeling. The way they’re running it’s equally impossible to sign or code tap. He engages the lights on his gloves, squeezes his fingers in a rhythm and the code appears in short and long lines on the back of his hand. Which he gladly shows to Cody. “You’re one to talk.”
“Dogpiling Grievous was a calculated move,” Cody huffs back, skids to a halt at a maintenance door that Obi-Wan almost missed. While Cody types in the emergency sequence, he carefully gets his message ready.
“You’re bad at math,” Cody reads blandly when he turns around. “Very funny.”
Obi-Wan squeezes out another message.
“It was also very hot,” Cody reads. And pauses.
Obi-Wan imagines the blush hidden by the helmet vividly and smiles.
He’s ushered with no further comment into the maintenance closet which bears entrance to some shortcuts across the Malvolence. He looks at Cody in question who shrugs.
“I briefly saw the holoprints in one of the war rooms.”
Yes. One of the many reasons this infatuation is turning into something warm and bright and unbearably sweet. Cody is making himself a place in Obi-Wan’s heart like he’s coming back home.
“We’re almost there, Sir,” Cody says suddenly, relief palpable in his voice. Master Windu must have finally reached him on comms. “Understood, Sir. No more shenanigans, Sir.”
Obi-Wan’s shoulders shake with laughter.
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“The mask helps me breathe,” Obi-Wan explains, head held high under Cody’s gaze. Getting out of breath could possibly suffocate him. Too dry or humid air is painful. With the exact parameters of what his body is able to handle, the healers had settled on a mask to protect him when he runs too fast. “Or other strenuous activities,” he adds with a slight smirk.
Cody shakes his head at him with a fond smile that tingles in Obi-Wan’s chest pleasantly. His thumb caresses the web of scars going from Obi-Wan’s bottom lip. “Can you feel that?”
“A little bit.” Not much at all, when it comes down to it. Kissing has become unimportant to him out of necessity. Few people had wanted to kiss him in the first place when the scars had still looked fresh. He’s lucky his jaw hadn’t needed to be replaced, so he’s not complaining.
It had been difficult nonetheless. To work around the muteness, the way his body had been changed. He’s learned to put more importance into other gestures than kissing on the mouth.
Cody’s forehead rests against his once more, catching his hand and slowly stroking the palm, up to the fingertips. “Thank you for trusting me.”
Gestures like Cody’s.
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“I didn’t expect to see you there,” Cody says as they settle into the rescue shuttle. “General Windu said we had reliable intel to do a hit and run on the Malvolence.”
Obi-Wan waves his hand, palm empty before a flick of his fingers reveals the data stick.
“Information retrieval,” Cody asks, voice changing from vocoder to his usual timbre as he lifts his helmet. “I imagine there was a lot of useful data to harvest.” The shuttle is rocked as the warship explodes. “I should’ve saved my sweets ration,” Cody murmurs, eyes reflecting fire and bone-deep satisfaction.
“You’re dying for a fabricated war,” Obi-Wan doesn’t sign. The intel he managed to get his hands on is enough to connect the missing senate funds with Serenno’s newly acquired wealth from another angle and make it waterproof.
Destabilizing a whole galaxy for— for shits and giggles. Obi-Wan sits on his hands, shuts himself up so he can think.
“The Dark Side has clouded their vision. Hundreds of senators are now under the influence of a Sith lord called Darth Sidious,” Dooku’s voice grates through his memory. Obi-Wan hadn’t been able to tell him just where he could store his lightsaber for safekeeping so his erstwhile grandmaster had taunted him with the truth, in hindsight.
Anakin.
The signs rush out of his hands, too fast for Cody at first. He repeats himself, trusts that Cody, brilliant, brilliantly fast Cody, will get it.
The helmet is back on Cody’s head, lights flickering on, antennas adjusting their angle.
“General Windu, this is Commander Cody using emergency frequency 2-Esk-5-0. Immediate contact with General Bilaba required. Immediate removal from battle of General Skywalker required. Use of force strongly encouraged should he resist.”
Obi-Wan crosses the small distance, waving his hands before using the quick battle sign for “deliver message”.
“General, Master Shadow Kenobi has a message,” Cody says, doesn’t pause as he translates to voice even though his back goes ramrod straight. “Chancellor is the Sith. I have proof. Ani must be kept away from him.”
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“Some call them traitors,” Cody whispers, “but I’d rather turn a blind eye and let them run than watch them step into blaster fire because they don’t want to fight with every fiber of their being.”
“You’re a good man,” Obi-Wan signs, hands held up a bit so Cody can see. He hadn’t wanted to meet Obi-Wan’s eyes for the confession, had chosen to press him close under his chin instead. “You’re a good man,” Obi-Wan taps out on Cody’s chest so he can feel his words, too.
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