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gnrbitch · 1 year

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Summer Break Pt.2- Sweet LA

Summary: Ice Breaker

Warnings: Profanity, Smoking

Y/n’s Outfit

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1986

“Oh my god Duff this is her?” Duffs girlfriend, Mandy spoke when she saw them enter the house.

“You’re the cutest little thing i’ve ever seen!” Y/n looked at her brothers blonde girlfriend with no emotion, looking back at Duff (who was standing behind her) then back at the girl, she spoke, “I’m Y/n”

“Even your name is cute! I’m Mandy, your brothers girlfriend”

“Cool. I like your… shirt” Y/n said giving Mandy a small smile.

“Thank you! Do you usually dress like that?” Mandy said looking at Y/n up and down

“Like what?” Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, was there something wrong with her outfit?

“Nothing! Like nothing” Duff said walking Y/n further into the house.

“This is where you’ll be sleeping, sorry it’s not much” He said showing Y/n a small bedroom with two twin beds on it. “Also i forgot to mention you’ll be sharing a room with Slash” He said as he watched his sister nod her head and walk in

“Is that okay?” He said turning to look at Slash, who was now standing besides him.

“Yea that’s cool” she said “Can i change? it’s fucken hot here”

“Yea. Go ahead”

Y/n slowly closed the door and put her bag down on the bed, then took a pack of cigarettes out, and put one in her mouth

Not yet lighting it, she walked over to the small window and opened it, letting in fresh air.

“Smells fucken musty” she mumbled to herself as she changed into a pair of jorts, and a tight blue adidas tee.

She finally lit the cigarette that was in her mouth, sitting down on the bed and just inhaled and exhaled.

Was she even gonna like LA? she thought, it was way out of her comfort zone, the people here were too egotistical. Plus what’s up with Duff? Y/n thought about that moment in the car where he completely embarrassed her, especially in front of his friends.

Ashing a bit of her cigarette, she put her black & white superstars back on (She was wearing white socks, and she didn’t wanna dirty them).

Cigarette in her mouth, she walked out and sat herself in between Izzy and Steven, the room being completely silent.

“Sooo” Y/n said looking around the room, taking a hit of her cigarette “Are you guys always this quiet”

“No, this is just awkward” Axl said

“It is huh” Y/n said fluffing her hair up

“So do you have a boyfriend back home?” He said putting his legs up on the coffee table

“Nah” Y/n said shaking her head, taking the last hit of her cigarette, putting it out “I’m not the boyfriend type”

“Girlfriend?” Axl said, a smile peaking from the corner of his mouth

“No” Y/n let out a little laugh “Definitely not the girlfriend type”

“But you’re so cute! Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” Mandy spoke up

“She just said she’s not the boyfriend type Mandy” Axl said rolling her eyes

“Yea… but why?” she said looking at the girl sitting across from her

“I’m not sure” Y/n said shrugging

“Boys suck that’s why” Duff said

Y/n laughed

“Hey no we don’t” Steven huffed

“Yea you guys swallow too” Y/n said, bursting into laughter

She quieted down as soon as she saw everyone giving her an odd look

“Not funny?” she asked

“I feel like it was funny but i’m not too sure” Slash said

“I don’t know how to feel about these kind of jokes” Duff said shaking his head

“um” “okayyy then” Y/n said awkwardly

“So do you still play?” Duff asked, trying to get over the fact his sister just made a sex joke

“Sort of, I haven’t been playing too much”

“Why not?”

“Wait what do you play?”

Duff and Slash asked Y/n at the same time

“Guitar” she looked over at Slash, then back to Duff

“I’ve just been doing stuff for the other bands”

“what! like what?” Duff said freaking out

“Chill dude” Y/n said rolling her eyes “I’m not a groupie if that’s what you were thinking”

“I just design their flyers, but i play with them one in a while”

“Do you have them?” Slash asked

“What the flyers?”

“Yea”

“Yea they’re in my bag, hold on” Y/n said getting up to go grab her notebook from her bag

Putting the book down on the table, she spoke

“You guys could look through them, i gotta go piss”

She walked away before turning back around “Where’s the bathroom?”

“Last door” Duff said pointing into the hallway of his tiny apartment.

“okay”

“Dude look at this one!” Slash said turning the page to a heavy guy with a fro and his face melting, with ‘Melvins Again’ written on the top.

“Y/nn these are fucken dope” Slash said with a cigarette in his hand

“Thanks” “Can i have one?” Y/n said pointing to Slashs cigarette pack

Slash turned to look at Duff, who just nodded his head.

“Thanks” she said as he gave her one, lighting it for her

“I like this one” Steven said holding up the book a little kid with a small body and a big head, bitting a huge apple with ‘Bite the apple, Mother Love Bone” written at the top & bottom.

“That one’s one of my favorites” Y/n smiled “I have a fat juicy crush on their guitarist” she laughed as she saw Duff whip his head to her

“Is he cute?” Mandy asked

“Yea, he’s a bit of a square though”

“aw! what’s his name?”

“Stone”

“Weird fucken name” Slash spoke moving his hair out of his face

“Says the guy named Slash” Y/n smiled at him

“Woah! i’ll have you know my name is very fucken cool”

“Sure, coolest name ever” she said, still smiling, but with a sarcastic tone in her voice

“So why don’t you date him?” Axl asked

“I am dating him”

“But i thought you said you weren’t the boyfriend type”

“I’m not”

“Weird” Izzy said

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Part 2!! Just wanted to make this one a little ice breaker moment, but I promise there’s more to come!! Hope u guys enjoyed 😘😘😘

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beerselfie · 1 year

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codylambertdanafoster · 2 months

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idlaesy · 5 months

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Ika-29 ng Hulyo, 2023

Sabado, 09:54 n.g.

Klyde,

Magsisimula na naman ako sa hindi ko alam bakit kita sinusulatan. Mag-isa ako ngayon sa Kyusi, umuwi ‘yung mga kasama ko sa condo. Wala akong internet. May ilang mga downloaded na movie sa Netflix account na hiniram ko kay Jethro, pero hindi ko trip panoorin.

Wala rin yata akong gustong gawin. Iniisip ko na lang lahat ng nangyari ngayong buwan.

Alam mo bang ilang beses na kitang napapanaginipan. At doon sa mga panaginip ko, mailap ka pa rin. Ayaw kitang iniisip. Pero sa mga sitwasyong katulad nito, gusto kong ianalisa nang sobra itong nararamdamdaman ko hanggang sa ma-outgrow ko na lang siya. Hanggang sa maintindihan ko na lang, at mawalan na ako ng pak kasi sobrang naiintindihan ko na.

Sinabi ko sa sarili ko na hindi na kita kakausapin. Hindi ko na kasi kayang magsali ng ikaw sa buhay ko. Pakiramdam ko kasi, guguluhin mo lang ako.

Gusto mo ako. Ang hirap na alam kong gusto mo ako at mananatili na lang ‘yun doon. Wala kang gagawin. Hindi mo ako ipe-pursue. Hindi ko alam kung mas mabuti bang hindi ko na lang alam. Kung nakatulong ba sa akin itong pag-amin mo o hindi.

Siguro may pakialam pa rin ako sa’yo, Klyde. No’ng bumabagyo sa Baguio, no’ng nag-text ka, nagpa-load ako kahit ayaw ko gumastos ng load dahil nandiyan naman si Yuan. Kumokonek lang ako ro’n e. Pero naisip ko, baka mamaya, wala ka na magawa, wala ka makausap. No’ng kailangan mo ng sched ng bus, kahit may ginagawa sa newsroom, nag-excuse ako dahil tinawagan ko ‘yung terminal ng Victory Liner diyan sa Baguio. Ang hirap pa kausapin no’ng lalaki kasi ang lakas daw ng hangin.

Wala lang, feeling ko lang talaga may paki pa ako sa’yo kasi nagagawa ko pa ‘yan.

No’ng nawala ‘yung bag mo, ayoko na mag-reply. Kasi sabi ko tama na, ayoko na talaga. No’ng nagtanong ka kung magkaaway ba tayo, nakikipagtalo ako sa isip ko kung re-reply-an ba kita o hindi. Nanalo ‘yung mag-reply ng hindi kasi ayaw kitang mag-isip. No’ng nag-chat ka na stressed ka, nakita ko agad, ayaw ko na sana magtanong ng bakit at magpanggap na lang na hindi ko nakita, kaya lang, naisip ko, baka kailangan mo ng kausap. Baka kailangan mong ilabas ‘yang mga nasa isip mo.

Nalungkot ako na nawala ‘yung bag mo. Ayaw ko namang sisihin ‘yung mga kaibigan mo dahil late sila dumating. Hindi mo rin maalala kung saan mo talaga nilagay. Iniisip ko ‘yung sitwasyon mo, baka nagpa-panic ka na no’n.

‘Yung jorts ni lolo mo… kakalungkot. Hindi mo pa siya nakukuwento sa akin, pero may ideya naman ako dahil sa ig post mo. Alam ko mabigat. Hindi ko alam ano ba ‘yung tamang salita na sabihin. Kasi baka may gusto ka ring marinig. Sinabi ko na lilipas din ‘yun. Pero na-realize ko na ang fresh pa no’ng issue. Ang insensitive ko naman kung iparamdam ko pa sa’yo na pinipigilan kitang malungkot dahil sa nawalang bag. Sorry ulit do’n.

Naisip ko kanina, baka gusto mo lang talaga magreklamo, ‘no? Ang detalyado ng mga chats mo. Tapos naalala ko pa na no’ng isang gabi mo pa sinabi na naiwan mo bag mo tapos sineen lang kita. Nakokosensya tuloy ako.

Hay, Klyde.

Hindi ko alam saan tayo papunta. Ayoko naman ma-enjoy lang ‘tong biyahe kung hindi ko alam ’yung destinasyon natin. Kung sana sa mas masaya lang…

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dickcool · 2 years

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RICHARD ❛ DICK ❜ MCCOOL ; original character inspired by ghost hunting and urban exploration of abandoned & haunted fraternity houses , divine interventions & miracles , cryptic and omnipresent signs & symbolisms , being walked through life by unseen benevolent forces and still ending up in idiotic scenarios , big heart and an even bigger ass , dumbassery , tiktok fame , liam payne memes and karen smith’s psychic boobs .

parallels . colloquy . countenance . aesthetics . character playlist . pinterest .

more information to be added soon .

01 BASICS .

𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲. richard arthur mccool iii . 𝗮𝗸𝗮. dick ( preferred nickname ) , ricky ( by some ) , thirdy ( by family ) . 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲. named after his father and grandfather . richard , of german origin , meaning powerful ; arthur , of celtic origin , meaning bear . 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵. july 4th 1994 . 𝗮𝗴𝗲. twenty - seven . 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲. los angeles , california . 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗻. las vegas , nevada . 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿. cis man . 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆. pansexual . 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀. single . 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆. father , richard mccool ii , fifty - four years old , real estate brokerage firm chairman & founder . mother , brittany mccool , fifty - one years old , socialite & fashion designer . older brother , nathaniel mccool , thirty years old , corporate lawyer . older sister , blair mccool , twenty - nine years old , media personality & socialite . 𝗲𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. princeton university , ba in public relations . 𝗼𝗰��𝘂𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. social media influencer , urban exploration vlogger for youtube series called dickin’ around , hotel empire heir .

02 APPEARANCE .

𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 & 𝗲𝘆𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿. medium length brown hair , perfectly coiffed . hazel eyes . 𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 & 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗱. five foot , eleven inches tall . lean muscular physique . 𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗼𝘀 & 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘀. no tattoos , multiple scars from childhood injuries and parkour accidents . 𝘀𝘁𝘆𝗹𝗲 . true to his himbo nature , dick prefers clothes that show off his body , or what he’d describe as all the right curbs in all the right places . he is often wearing skin - tight shirts , tank tops and or even crop tops when the weather is particularly warm . he also usually wears skinny jeans when going out , but prefers something more comfortable such as basketball shorts , grey sweatpants or jorts ( when he’s feeling particularly brave ) for casual hangouts or staying at home .

03 CLAIMS TO FAME .

RICHARD ❛ DICK ❜ MCCOOL’s life has been a series of claims to fame due to divine interventions . 01 born prematurely to the renowned & successful richard and brittany mccool , the chances of his survival were low but miraculously ( and with the help of modern science ) , he did . 02 at eleven years old , dick , who has a deadly allergy to wasps , bees and hornets , accidentally stumbled upon a nest of wasps . he was viciously attacked and yet when he should have died , he yet again miraculously survived long enough for someone to find and help him . 03 when he was eighteen years old , dick and his friends threw a rooftop party for their graduation . drunk and absolutely wasted that he could barely remember what happened , dick fell off the building but was miraculously saved by giants balloons floating under him that put him back to safety . during an news interview about what happened , dick told the interviewer that he couldn’t remember what happened but that his friends’ stories sounded awesome and punk rock .

and those aren’t his only near - death experiences , though the grim reaper must just hate him at this point with how he could constantly cheat death when his dumb ass is usually the one putting himself in those positions anyway . nonetheless , dick managed to capitalize on the fifteen minutes of fame he got from the balloon incident , starting a youtube channel when he was a freshman in college — filming himself doing all sorts of stupid shit and leaving people more confused with every video with how he had managed to stay alive this long . the channel soon then featured a semi - scripted video where dick and his frat brothers camped out and performed a séance in an abandoned frat house which gained so much traction , not because of the evidence of paranormal they got but due to how stupid it all was and commonly described as a comedy sketch of the blair witch project . and doing what most of his followers wanted , dick began to upload more videos of urban exploration and ghost hunting — his followers often entertained by the ridiculous ways he would react when faced by the possibility of paranormal and how absurdist everything was ( but really , he is just too stupid ) .

04 GOD LOVES DICK !

for whatever reason , the universe seems to be constantly conspiring to keep dick safe from harm’s way . maybe , he should take this as a sign that there is something he is meant to do that the entire fabric of the universe just cannot let him cease to exist just yet — but he doesn’t . there are constantly signs and symbolisms pointing to the directions he should take or help him in making decisions , but that doesn’t matter when he’s illiterate . he can’t read them ! and he is too busy doing squats to keep that ass tight ! though , the universe has granted him something to help him that he can’t easily ignore — call his very spidey senses , but when danger is about to occur , his nipples would get hard .

#pinned .

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shitpostbnha · 6 years

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JORTS BAKUGO JORTS BAKUGO JORTS BAKUGO JORTS BA

#mod todoroki #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #bnhashitpost #shitpostbnha #bnha #boku no hero academia

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quenteu · 7 years

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Glaçage et soulier du jour : double monk Paraboot repatinè en marbré Bordeaux. Mi-bas Bresciani chez @meschaussettesrouges. Pantalon Jort chez Suitsupply. #paraboot #patine #shoeshine #patina #glacage #handmade #madeinfrance #shoes #souliers #meschaussettesrouges #bresciani #doublemonk #doubleboucle #sartorialist #sartorial #elegant #elegance #fashion #fashionman #mode #chic #gentleman #gentlemen #gentlemenstyle #style #gentlemanstyle #outfitoftheday #ootd #shoeporn (à Paris, France)

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ironmandeficiency · 3 years

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day five: ba & jort

ohmygod these boys are two of my faves, can’t have one without the other which makes the longest of all the posts abt my clone boys. i guess you can say i have favorites even tho i will vehemently deny it

playlists: jacob & ba - jort/belladonna

fics: who’s my commander & 13x7=28

a/n: jacob & bella belong to @capricornrabies & the art was made by @persaloodles

warnings: mentions of smut

is a soft and precious boy who tries his best

got his name from this one time when his squad had to take shelter in a barn & the sheep wouldn’t let him sleep with his brothers in the loft area, instead keeping him by them the whole night and threatening to bite jort when he tried to free his batchmate

also has v v floofy hair which also works with the name

he and jort have joint ownership of best older brother ™️ title to naturally, a soft and pure medic-in-training (refer to 13x7=28 for details)

absolute mother hen to anyone and everyone. doesn’t matter if he met you an hour ago, you’re going to get mothered by this soft sniper

“you could pour soup in my lap and i’d apologize to you”

was selectively mute for several months after leaving kamino, jort helped him come out of his shell again and it’s fabulous

jacob sutton (younger sister to jamie) is an admiral for the 91st and their star cruiser crashed, and the 25th was the closest to send aid

ba sees jacob for the first time and tried to flirt but instead inserted his foot into his mouth with his awkwardness

but it gets better between them as time goes on. these two are my personal goal for the future

they have a precious massif named yogurt

jacob found him as a puppy by a dumpster on coruscant eating from a yogurt cup and was like “yes this is my boy”

ba would sometimes get to take him on campaigns. would have to fight who half the time just to see his girlfriend’s dog. when yogurt is a puppy the 25th will carry him around in one of those pet/baby backpacks

in a world where the war ends without order 66 and clones kinda get rights (but jacob doesn’t really get them bc of her status as a not-quite-person), they get a rude awakening when they realize that they wouldn’t legally get the post-war life that they deserve bc the republic isn’t letting her go

other clones help ba smuggle jacob (yogurt was listed as an emotional support animal) off-planet and they settle down in a house they build together. there’s a wraparound porch, a porch swing, fence for yogurt, etc.

since the republic doesn’t know what to do with the baby clones, kamino is commandeered and turned into a clone adoption agency. jacob and ba end up adopting four little boys who are their absolute world. they’re batchmates and were toddlers when adopted (so like 2-3 standard years, 1-1.5 clone years)

cabuor - his name is mando’a for “protect”; the oldest of the four, as he’s older he is the most protective of his bros. is basically jamie 2.0 and even tho he loves saviin they butt heads A LOT.

saviin - name is “violet” in honor of the 25th’s paint colors. jort 2.0. absolutely chaotic but highly lovable. there’s a problem? 99% chance sav caused it. first to start trusting ba and jacob. is the kind of child you would want to put on a leash

ciryc - his name means “cold” simply bc he runs colder than the rest of them. from the time they knew how, they would all dogpile w ciryc on the bottom to keep him warm. gets free pass to snuggle closest to jacob to get warmer faster. will steal jacob’s shirts (that once belonged to ba). sunshine baby!!!

meer - personification of 🥺. got his name from jacob who affectionately calls him a meerkat (he’s smaller and skinnier than the rest). jacob has a second shadow and his name is meer. has mute spells similar to when ba was young but eventually they only happened when he was startled/in new environment

so the boys were hesitant abt their new parents at first. it was only marginally easier for them to warm up to ba bc he was a clone but it took them nearly a year of living together for them to look at jacob and think “this woman is mom-shaped”

but once they get comfortable with her, these boys are all 100% mama’s boys

jacob has a metal spine (incident during her training) that clicks when she walks/moves/does anything. ba and jacob hear it and think of the trauma that led to it, but the boys hear it and their young minds correlate it to “mom, safe, comfort”

it leads to them being able to know when jacob is close to finding them during games of hide-and-seek

ba and jacob both get tattoos that represent their sons (and yes, yogurt too)

jacob has tattoos of handprints of ba, the boys, & yogurt’s paw on her back

ba would get tiny ones for the boys: a meerkat silhouette, a splash of purple “paint”, a shield, and a snow cloud

then he gets a massive one for jacob — a copy of her metal spine tattooed over his

jort:

he’s a bastard child and is proud to be one

scout & chaos bisexual

is a whore at first but when he’s w someone, has eyes for only them

got his name when he turned his blacks into a crop top and short shorts while on felucia during a heatwave

he ended up getting a handprint tattoo on his thigh/ass bc of how often he was smacked when he wore the short shorts

he and ba have joint ownership of best older brother ™️ title to naturally, a soft and pure medic-in-training (refer to 13x7=28 for details)

prankster af

look into his eyes, there is nothing behind his eyes except for elevator music. the only time he’s allowed more than one coherent thought is when the dvd icon hits the exact corner of the screen

will play up his dumbassery around ppl he’s uncomfortable with

will bully/blackmail his bros into going to the medbay — “don’t make nat’ika sad by hiding things, he only wants to help you” bc jort isn’t gonna get caught slippin. you won’t know he’s soft on you until he’s mother-henning you the way ba and naturally do for literally everybody

can bullshit his way out of any situation

isn't the best w crying ppl and will just try to make them laugh and hope that someone that can talk abt said emotions arrives soon usually this person is ba

“and i also don’t want me to be doing what i’m doing”

ends up dating the daughter of a very prominent mob boss who runs a fashion company in the form of seven feet and eight inches tall belladonna tomb, bella for short

has no idea whatsoever that he’s dating the daughter of a very prominent mob boss

bella thinks it’s an unspoken agreement to not bring it up but jort just. doesn’t know.

since bella is seven foot eight, jort can fit into her tops and is unashamed to wear “women’s clothes”. bella will design him clothes (and LOVES to be a model for bella’s clothes). his civvie fashion is comparable to harry styles

bella’s species is half soleon/half skeleton-monster-thing (soleons are an original lion-like species & the skeleton details are all made by cap, mentioned above) (also bella’s partly translucent and you can see some organs thru her torso) and she has talons and very pointy teeth and eyes that slightly glow jort ends up getting a tattoo of her teeth marks in his ass opposite to the handprint but that’s another story

when him and bella start becoming intimate, there are lots. of. marks. teeth, talons, you name it. the medics (esp no, poor man) are frightened that jort is bragging about these marks

then jort has the brilliant idea of sneaking his giant mob boss girlfriend into the barracks while on leave. somehow, maker only knows how, but NO ONE NOTICES until

late that night when everyone’s sleeping, her and jort are sharing his bunk (it’s a tight fit but they make it work). no is doing bed checks to make sure his bros are doing okay, as a concerned medic does. since bella is dark grey in color, she blends in to the dark barracks.

jort starts to fall from the bunk in his sleep and no sees that he’s abt to fall (but does not see bella) and just as no walks to jort’s bunk to fix him, a finely manicured and taloned hand snatches him back into the bunk and gives no a death glare and she deadass GROWLS

poor medic thinks his bro is abt to get eaten by a monster but doesn’t actually do anything to protect his bro from the “monster”

no immediately runs to find who and wakes up nearly everybody in the process. by the time no returns to the barracks with who in tow, jort is awake and is like “hey guys what’s up”

“WHAT IS UP?! THERE’S A KRIFFIN MONSTER WITH CLAWS IN YOUR BUNK!!” “oh no this is bella. bella, meet the boys. the boys, meet bella.” “hi”

ba wakes up during no’s windows shutdown, looks around and sees everyone wide ass awake and then sees bella and jort, “oh hey bella” and then goes back to sleep bc he knew bella

jort did hold ba’s hand while his bro got the spine tattoo for jacob

#blue jay’s boys: valentine’s celebration #blue jay’s boys #clone oc #oc clone #clone trooper jort #clone trooper ba #ba and jort #25th battalion #clone trooper oc #oc clone trooper #swtcw #star wars #star wars oc

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ironmandeficiency · 4 years

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who’s my commander

pairing: no pairing

word count: 3352

summary: you’re introducing anakin to your battalion and it turns into a nightmare of epic proportions (for him). everyone else seems to be enjoying themselves.

a/n: based on the finest pieces of comedy in history, abbot and costello’s “who’s on first”. the clones are all original & will soon give more information about them, don’t worry.

jones lands the laat/i on the surface of felucia and you’re already dreading the idea of leaving your men here. it has nothing to do with the man you’re entrusting them to and everything to do with the cursed reputation this planet has for its hostility. if you weren’t leaving your men behind you’d be glad to leave.

the doors opened unceremoniously and you were barely adjusted to the light when you saw members of the five-oh-first approaching you behind their general. “anakin, it’s been too long! how are you?”

he smiles and takes your hand in one of his. “i’ve been worse, my friend. now i’d like you to introduce me to your command team, since none of us have worked together before.”

rex, who was standing at anakin’s right, knew what was about to happen. many of the lavender-clad men of the 25th battalion were known for being jokers back in their cadet days and had a reputation for such all around the gar. nearly a third were banned from 79’s for their well-meaning antics and when they were around, everyone was guaranteed to have a good time (if they had a sense of humor, that is).

the names of their higher-ranking officers, however, were the best and longest-running prank any clone had ever seen. it started out as a way to piss off the longnecks but it soon evolved to a new, unforeseen method to screw with the seppies.

and now, it was going to mind fuck one of the best generals in the republic army.

“absolutely, but i will warn you, sometimes our men give themselves funny names.” it’s hard work to keep your voice from betraying the joke. you’ve done this song and dance often and it never stops being funny. this time, you hope one of your men are close enough to record this one. “names like crappemm, jort-“

“jort?”

“yes, and his batchmate ba.”

“i see.”

how was “jort” the one that stuck out?

anakin nods and you smile. He probably doesn’t believe the names you rattled off are actual men in your battalion but he’ll learn soon enough when your men begin to make sheep noises that you weren’t joking.

“anyway, who’s my commander, what’s my captain, and i don’t know is my sergeant.”

the dumbfounded look you’re given by your fellow general almost sends you into the force right then and there. “that’s... what i want to find out.”

“so listen then. who’s my commander, what’s my captain, and i don’t know is my sergeant.” you don’t need the force to see that anakin’s men are enjoying the confusion radiating from him, his second in command stepping out of anakin’s line of vision so he can bring a hand to his head in amused exasperation.

“are you their general?”

“yes.”

“have you been their general since the start of the war?”

“yes.”

“yet you don’t know their names?!”

“well i should.”

more men from both the twenty-fifth and the five-oh-first have gathered to witness the mind boggling conversation between their generals. over rex’s shoulder you see two five-oh-first troopers enthusiastically eating from a bag of air-combusted kernels popular on coruscant. now that you think about it, it’s been too long since you enjoyed the snack. you’d have to find some next time your men are on leave.

“so then who’s your commander?”

“yes.” he’s right but he just didn’t realize it yet. ‘this is going to be fun… if he doesn’t fight me before i leave.’

“i mean the man’s name.”

“who.”

“your commander?”

“who.”

“the trooper that is your second in command!”

“who.”

rex turns to the commander in question. he had found his way to rex’s side where the latter now stood slightly behind anakin, discretely staying out of his general’s peripherals. “does this ever get old?” rex had never seen the well-known introductions of jedi to the twenty-fifth in person and quickly decided that the holos he had seen didn’t do it justice.

“not really, since you never know what to expect from each general.” who pulls a holodisc from a pouch kept around his waist and turns it on, presenting it to the man beside him. it’s a picture of general windu, his face frozen in a stupefied daze of perplexion. “here’s our first moments with the 91st several months back. it was my favorite, but skywalker’s becoming a high contender for the best reaction in my book.”

rex removed his helmet and lightly thwacked who with it. “general skywalker’s a smart man, he’ll figure it out soon.”

general skywalker did not, in fact, figure it out soon.

“who is my commander!”

“i’m asking you who your commander is!” anakin was dumbfounded as to why you were asking him, a man who has never seen your troopers a day in his life, the name of your commander. he’d have to get kix to check you for a concussion before you left because this wasn’t normal.

you let out a good-natured sigh before continuing your explanation. at this point you could tell it was going to take anakin a little while to understand the concept of your men’s names and hoped that kit would be okay with you running a bit late for your rendezvous. “that’s the man’s name!”

“that’s who’s name?”

“yes.”

“well go ahead and tell me!”

“that’s it!”

“your commander’s who?”

“yes.”

lavender hurriedly shushed cornflower blue in mixed efforts to contain the laughter. if anakin noticed the commotion around him it wasn’t acknowledged, much to the relief of everyone privy to the scene playing out.

fives was most definitely recording his general making a fool of himself and intended to spread it like wildfire across the arc trooper communication channels. to fives’s distant left, a fellow arc trooper from your battalion was doing the same but in slightly better quality. see, because has been through this scenario plenty of times to know how to keep his footage from getting shaky. the five-oh-first arc trooper, however, had no such advantage, his hud shaking periodically from his chortling.

“look, all i’m trying to figure out is who responds when you’re calling for your commander!”

“yes!”

anakin fixes a glare on you and you returned it with more mirth than was probably warranted. the last time a fellow jedi had been so cross at this situation was back when you were working with master windu. the man had so little patience these days that if he still had hair, it’d have probably fallen out during your last encounter with him.

when because sends you the footage of this latest introduction, you’d have the perfect reason for your tardiness. you’d also be equipped with a way to make your former master smile and a bribe to convince kit to take you for a swim.

“look, general, all i’m trying to find out is what’s the name of your commander!”

“no, what’s the name of my captain!”

“i’m not asking who your captain is, i’m-“

“who’s my commander!”

“one trooper at a time!”

behind his helmet, fives is crying from holding his laughter, and it’d be a correct assumption that most of the five-oh-first is doing the same as well as some of the shinies of the twenty-fifth.

“don’t change my men around!”

“i’m not changing anyone!”

“take it easy there, anakin.”

anakin wouldn’t admit this to anyone, but he has no karking idea what kind of banthashit is going on here. “what’s the name of your commander?”

“no, what is my captain! i’ve said this already.”

“i’m not asking you who’s your captain!”

“who is my commander!”

“i don’t know!”

“he’s my sergeant, but we’re not talking about him right now.”

the sound of a helmet clattering to the ground draws your attention to where ba and jort are doing their best to silence a member of the five-oh-first with blue stripes on his face. the man in blue seems to be having a difficult time holding it together, judging by how he’s clutching his side and hunched, trying to fix his breathing.

anakin also turns toward the choking trooper and is worried when he sees hardcase almost on the ground. from what, anakin doesn’t know, but it doesn’t look good.

“he’s fine, generals! popping kernel just went down the wrong hole!” clever one, that jort was. always knew what to say at the right moment.

anakin, once he accepted that his man was okay, turned back toward you. if you weren’t so close to him you could fool yourself into thinking that his eye wasn’t twitching (it was).

“how did i bring up your sergeant?!”

“you mentioned his name, general.”

“if i mentioned your sergeant’s name, who did i say was your sergeant?”

you have to draw from the force to keep your expression neutral. maker, if you knew anakin would be this easily duped by your men, you would have requested to work with him much earlier into the war.

“he’s my commander.”

“what’s your commander?”

“what’s my captain.”

“i don’t know!”

“he’s my sergeant.”

“there i go, back to your sergeant!”

jesse’s hand snakes it’s way back into the bag of popping kernels kix held, the medic swatting at it blindly before moving the bag into the hand furthest from the cog-tatted man beside him. his eyes were glued to the scene in front of him, the general’s confusion making for wonderful entertainment. it made him forget for a moment that they were on felucia, also known as one of the worst hellholes a clone could be assigned to.

“all i’m trying to find out is who’s your sergeant?”

“why are you so insistent on making who my sergeant?” you can feel the force signatures of your men and at this moment, they’re so bright and happy it’s almost staggering.

“what am i making your sergeant?!”

“no, what is my captain, and who is my commander!”

“i don’t know!”

you remind skywalker the rank i don’t know holds with a quick shout of “sergeant!” and leave it there.

until anakin takes a deep breath to center himself, asking if you’ve got arc troopers.

“sure do.”

“give me their names.”

“why,-“ you try to give him the name of your arcs but he interrupts you before you can finish.

“i just thought i’d ask you!”

“well i just thought i’d answer you!”

anakin is losing his cool again and wonders to himself when you got so snarky. “then tell me who is your arc trooper-“

“who is my commander.”

“stop talking about your commander!”

if you weren’t such good friends with the jedi in front of you, it’d be safe to bet that you’d be sporting at least one black eye (if not a broken rib or two alongside it).

“give me an arc trooper’s name!” ‘now we’re getting somewhere!’ you think to yourself.

you answer him honestly, the same way you have been since you stepped off the laat/i. “why.”

“because!”

“oh, he’s an arc trooper too. how did you know?”

anakin sputters for a moment before quieting. he was trying to understand… whatever was going on. but so far, you weren’t giving him anything but a headache.

crappemm is approached by a member of the five-oh-first in arc gear. the man was surprisingly indistinct for a member of his battalion, no tattoos or facial hair to set him apart from the others. from what crappemm had seen and heard of the battalion he was set to work with on this hellhole, skywalker’s men were known for their out-of-this-box methods of setting themselves apart.

this one, however, seemed to keep things simple.

crappemm loves his crazy brothers, there was no doubt, but sometimes he can’t handle the constant noise and hubbub that chased his vod’e like flies chased honey. being around this one was refreshing, to say the least.

the arc trooper was amused by what was going on, but the difference between this one and the others was that he wasn’t letting his emotions take over. he kept his composure and was quiet, the only thing breaking the stoicism was a smirk and the occasional light shaking of his shoulders. crappemm was gonna stick around this one.

“please tell me this is really happening and i’m not hallucinating.” the lavender man was so caught up in enjoying the lack of cackling from beside him that he almost missed the words directed to him from the man in blue.

“well vod,” crappemm set a hand on the arc’s shoulder with a grin, “i’m happy to report that this is actually happening in real time.”

the arc sighed in relief. “thank you. i didn’t think i was capable of thinking of something this bloody crazy but it’s nice to be sure. the name’s echo.” echo extended a hand toward him and the other happily accepted it.

“crappemm.” they fall into an easy, comfortable silence as they enjoy the generals that were still going at it.

“look! you got a lieutenant?”

“sure.”

“the lieutenant’s name?”

“tomorrow.”

anakin was flabbergasted. he might as well ask one of your men for his name if you weren’t going to tell him. then again, what reason did you have to not tell him right then? “you’re not going to tell me today?”

“i’m telling you today.”

“then go ahead, tell me.”

“tomorrow.”

“what time?”

“what time what?” anakin was beginning to talk you into circles, which is something no one has ever been able to do the entire time you’ve played this game with your men. you weren’t supposed to be the one asking questions, that was his part in this!

“what time tomorrow are you going to tell me who your lieutenant is?”

ah, that’s what he meant. “now listen, who is not the lieutenant.”

your fellow general threw his arms up in frustration barely contained. “i’ll break your arm if you say who’s your commander one more time! i wanna know, what’s the lieutenant’s name?”

“what’s my captain’s name!”

“i don’t know!”

“sergeant!”

you can tell it’s getting harder for some of the men to not give in to the urge to shriek and guffaw and cackle and roll on the ground holding their sides. sithspit, it’s getting hard for you to keep a straight face through all of this.

nearby, commander who shakes his head at the captain of the five-oh-first. “i thought you said your general would get it, rex.” the tease was evident in his voice and it wouldn’t have taken a genius to know just how much he was taking pride in his jetti’s ability to fuck with “the hero with no fear” so profoundly.

rex shrugged noncommittally. “i thought he would’ve understood by now too, but i guess not.”

who chortled and patted rex’s shoulder almost in sympathy (a vod that didn’t know who as well as he did would have thought so, but not rex). he playfully pushed the hand away and refocused his attention to his general.

“so if i were going down the chain of command, the first one i’d give orders to would be who?”

“now that’s the first thing you’ve said right since i got here!” you don’t even acknowledge the fact he said this as a question because he was right! finally!

anakin didn’t seem to like your reply. that was made clear when he shouted, almost at the top of his lungs, “i don’t even know what i’m talking about!”

there were a few snorts of laughter from all sides and some of yours were smart enough to make some sort of noise to cover them up. if anakin caught on now, the whole thing would be screwed.

“all you gotta do is give the orders to the commander!”

“and who’s going to act on the orders?”

“naturally.” you think he’s starting to get it but you aren’t sure. he’s getting closer though, which is a relief as much as it is bringing an end to the prank.

“look! when i have to give a command, somebody’s gonna have to act on it! who carries out the order?!” wait a minute, never mind. he was still oblivious. if kit didn’t like this video he was going to have your ass for being late. you’ve gotta at least try to help the poor guy now that your ass is on the line (you’ve never had to do this before, usually whatever general gets too exasperated to keep it going as long as anakin has).

“naturally.”

“naturally?” he asks once again.

“naturally.” you confirm.

he ponders this for a moment before continuing, “so i should expect my order to be carried out by naturally.”

“no, you don’t! it gets done by who!”

“naturally.”

“that’s different.”

he was using naturally as a name instead of a state of being, a description, which is what you were trying to get through his head. however, it was having the opposite effect.

jort has never heard this particular turn of events and he was thinking that after today, there would be a shiny named naturally that would make his way into the affections of question company. he honestly couldn’t wait for the day and told ba and hardcase the same. they nodded and ba had thrown out the number designation of a shiny that had been weaseling his way into his good side as a good candidate for the name before returning their attention to the fiasco that was their generals.

“that’s what i said!”

“you’re not saying that!”

“i give the command to naturally!”

“you give the command to who!”

“naturally.”

“that’s it.”

“that’s what i said!”

how much longer was this going to last? kit said he needed you for something time-sensitive and you had to set time aside for the mishaps that you knew would always happen when you went to do important stuff. you were a magnet for weird shit happening and this conversation is a symbol of said weird shit.

with a deep breath, you continue. “listen. you ask me.”

anakin’s reply was quick and certain. where did he get the confidence to talk like he knew what he was talking about? probably an obi-wan thing. “i give the order to naturally.”

‘ugh, not this again!’ “no you don’t, you give it to who!”

“i give the order to who?”

“naturally.”

“same as you!” it’s not the same context but it seems that anakin is too busy trying to wrap his mind around this insanity to put the pieces together.

“okay,” anakin continues, “i give the order to who and whoever goes and passes the order to what! what sends it down to i don’t know, and i don’t know passed the information to tomorrow!! perfect flow of command!”

you nod, encouraging him to keep going.

“now let’s say i need some recon done before we make a plan of attack.” anakin’s trying to analyze the shitshow you threw in front of him as logically as he can with the budding headache. “i give an order to because! why? i don’t know, and i don’t kriffing care!”

that last bit was unexpected. “what’d you say?”

“i said, ‘i don’t kriffing care!’”

“oh, he’s our best sniper.”

anakin let out a yell of anger and bafflement you’d never heard from him before. you turned toward the laat/i waiting patiently for you to board and climbed in, sending a trickster’s smile to the men you were leaving behind.

your friend had clearly given up, his head almost dropping from his inability to comprehend whatever it was you were going on about. he’d figure out their names on his own since you weren’t going to be of any help.

while en route to where kit had wanted you to meet him, you received a holocomm from a mirthful general kenobi who could barely contain his laughter. he must have seen the holo of his former padawan you reasoned. he promised to not share it with other generals as long as you found another way to bring anakin down a couple pegs next time you saw him.

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ironmandeficiency · 3 years

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blue jay’s boys: valentine’s celebration

this has been an idea floating thru my head since december and it’s finally coming to fruition!! i’ve been neglecting my clone oc’s as of late and that made me sad to think abt, so i decided to do a two week celebration for them!

from now until valentine’s day, i’m gonna post info abt one (or two) of the boys & accept all manner of questions abt them, possibly write a drabble or two? , and link fics they’re featured in.

here’s the roster for the next two weeks that will be updated w links as the month goes on:

day one: commander who, 25th

day two: captain hearth & achilles, coruscant guard

day three: commander snoop, 420th

day four: lieutenant bronco, 501st

day five: ba & jort, 25th

day six: rumble, commando; pantheon squad

day seven: commander biggs, 89th

day eight: morticus, 501st

day nine: no, 25th

day ten: eros, coruscant guard

day eleven: commander lyric, 89th

day twelve: jude, 501st

day thirteen: marius, 212th

day fourteen: pyro, 89th

tagging my oc clone taglist: @likeshootingstarsinthenightsky @leias-left-hair-bun @obirain @olluea @catsnkooks @captainrexstan @battletales @simping-for-fives @darthadeline @artemis61003 @roseofalderaan @majorshiraharu @capricornrabies @jedi-mando

#blue jay’s boys #commander who #clone trooper achilles #captain hearth #who’s my commander #clone trooper ba #clone trooper jort #oc clones #clone ocs #swtcw #star wars the clone wars #star wars #25th battalion #420th battalion #the 501st #212th battalion #89th battalion #coruscant guard

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ironmandeficiency · 4 years

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13 x 7 = 28

pairing: no pairing (no reader mentioned)

word count: 1907

summary: naturally is in deep shit. he got in over his head during sabaac with a member of the five-oh-first and now owes the man in blue more credits than he’s ever had at once. luckily, his ori’vod have his back.

a/n: apparently a sequel to “who’s my commander” was something ppl wanted, and i was all too eager to write something with my darling twenty-fifth boys. heads up, this is a dialogue-heavy piece. tagging @boba-thot, & @morganas-pendragons . please ask me abt my oc boys!! i have so many of them, i would love to share them with y’all!!!

“jort! ba! wait up!” the men in question slow down upon hearing their names being frantically shouted. if there was something bad happening that pertained to combat or one of the carnivorous felucian plants, they wouldn’t be the ones sought out. so they realized that it must be something of a personal nature and that allowed their heart rates to slow back down as they turned to identify the vod calling for them.

naturally was in deep shit. he had made the poor decision to join a few members of the five-oh-first in a game of sabaac and now owed them ninety-one credits, which was more than he’s ever had at once. the credits he had now only added up to half of that and knew that if he didn’t think of something, he’d be stuck on sanitation to pay off his debt to the cog-headed man.

jort would not admit that his mood softened a little upon identifying the distressed man as naturally. ba, however, knew that the man beside him was indeed sympathetic (sometimes too much for his own good) and that jort was now planning his evening around the needs of the frantic kih’vod in front of them.

“naturally, what’s wrong?”

“i was playing sabaac with the five-oh-first and got in over my head! i owe jesse more credits than i’ve had since i left kamino and i-“

the rookie was almost trembling and that was it, the older troopers were done for. naturally was now officially under the protection of him and jort, jesse be damned.

a metaphorical lightbulb lit up over jort’s head. ba could see said lightbulb the way he always does when his batchmate has an idea. the lightbulb hasn’t been able to distinguish good ideas from bad ones yet, but there was hope for jort yet.

“ninety-one, you say?”

“yeah, ninety-one credits.”

“well nat’ika, i’ve got just the trick to help you out.”

the youngest was almost too busy preening at the term of endearment to realize that his ori’vod was indeed going to help him. ba helped snap him back to reality as jort found a stick, beginning his lesson in the felucian mud.

ba had to admit that this plan was not only kriffing insane, but extremely world-tilting if executed right. it was jedi-level insanity and he didn’t doubt for a second that his batchmate learned the trick from the general.

after running naturally through the trick two more times, he felt that his training was paying off. ba had made the point of jesse knowing if naturally was lying about the credits he had on him and they both nodded their agreement. the youngest pulled his credits from his pouch and counted out twenty-eight, dropping the rest of them into ba’s hand.

jort takes this as a cue to continue. “now remember, you have to let him work some of it out himself towards the end. if you did it right from the start, he’ll be thinkin’ like you the longer it goes on and he’ll fall right into your trap.” naturally is soaking in the information like a sanitation duty sponge, part of him still reeling from the fact he’s being given such attention by a superior.

“does this trick help you a lot?”

jort smiles at the question. “only when the total i’m weaseling out of is ninety-one.”

ba rolls his eyes and butts in, “you say that as if you don’t try your damndest to make the total ninety-one as much as possible.” jort playfully scoffs at the insinuation as ba turns to naturally and grins like a loth-cat, enjoying the laugh he earns almost a tad too much.

this kid was making him soft.

to be truthful, ba would have taken the rookie under his wing the same as jort was currently doing if given the chance to do so in his own time. they’ve discussed as much with fortune, who led oracle company, about snagging a company transfer for the bright-eyed brother. fortune was on board with the idea because he saw how the newer medic worked, the way vode lost the panic in their eyes while being treated by him. it was a valuable trait to have as a medic and even more valuable to the men who fell under his care.

footsteps were heard around them and jort quickly went to mess up the numbers written in the mud. he didn’t want his information being spread where he didn’t want it, and judging by the look on his vod’ika’s face, the man approaching was indeed jesse.

“you think you can do it?”

“i know i can.”

“good man! find me when you’re done!”

ba and jort departed as jesse neared, and naturally was on his own.

“hey, naturally! you owe me for that game!”

naturally moved a hand to his pouch and made a show of getting every credit out. he let them clink together in the outstretched palm of the man in blue. “here’s twenty-eight credits, i’ll see you later-“

“alright, i- wait just a minute! there were seven rounds, and you bet thirteen each time. that’s way more than a measly twenty-eight!”

“that comes out to twenty-eight, vod.”

jesse’s wondering whether this guy’s tube was cracked. this rookie medic owes him ninety-one credits! on what planet does thirteen times seven equal twenty-eight? “did you get dropped on your head as a cadet?”

naturally suppressed a grin. “not that i can recall.”

“do you mean to tell me that you can prove that thirteen times seven is twenty-eight?”

“it’s gotta be, i owe you twenty-right credits.”

“tell you what: if you can prove it, you can keep the credits. if you can’t, you’ll owe me double.”

naturally stiffens a little at the prospect of having to owe one hundred and eighty-two credits to the cogged man who doesn’t seem to be the type to forget things like this. but he has faith in himself and the trick jort taught him, so he agrees to the deal and grabs the stick from earlier and begins the trick.

“seven into twenty-eight’s gonna come out to thirteen, watch.”

naturally draws a large seven in the dirt, followed by a significantly smaller twenty-eight separated by a slash, then another slash on the other side of the twenty-eight.

“can seven go into two?”

“no it will not.”

“that’s a giant seven to fit into that little bitty two.”

“... yes it is.”

“but we’re not gonna hurt the little two, so i want you to hold onto it for me.”

naturally “grabbed” the two from where he drew it in the dirt and “placed” it into jesse’s outstretched palm. that was simple enough so far, but there was still so much farther he had to go before getting out of this mess.

jesse was going with it only because he wanted his credits. that’s the only reason he was entertaining the bullshit of this rookie medic.

“can seven go into eight?”

“once.”

“right, so i’m gonna put the one over here,” naturally drew a one next to the second slash.

“now we’re gonna carry the seven, because it’s a big seven and it’s getting kinda heavy, and we’re gonna drop it down here below the eight.” as naturally speaks, jesse nods and follows along intently. “and seven from eight is?”

“one.” come on, jesse thought, i’m not that kriffin’ stupid.

“alright, now you’ve had that two long enough, give it here.” naturally holds his hand out for jesse to give him the two, and the older trooper isn’t sure as to why he’s playing into the little game this rookie’s got going but he “drops” the two into his palm nonetheless.

“you see that twenty-one? how many times can seven go into it?”

“three times.”

“so the three goes over here,” naturally continues as he draws a three into the dirt next to the one, “and look at that, thirteen.”

sure enough, there was now a thirteen drawn into the dirt next to the twenty-eight. jesse didn’t completely believe what he was looking at, much less the fact it made sense! he had to get more evidence, surely this wasn’t right.

“nah man, you’ve gotta prove it better than that if you expect me to believe that your math checks out.”

“alright, certainly.”

“you gotta multiply it.”

apparently there was still more to say and write if he wanted to save his head from being mounted on a five-oh-first bunk. thank the maker for jort’s extensive explanation or else naturally would have been screwed.

so he smeared away the numbers with a gloved hand, not bothering to care as to how it dirtied the leather, and continued on.

“let’s see here,” naturally mumbles to himself as he begins to draw in the dirt once again, tongue poking out between his teeth. a thirteen is now in the dirt with a seven below it, with a line under the seven. “okay. so we’ve got thirteen times seven. three times seven is?”

“twenty-one.”

“exactly, so we bring a twenty-one down. now one times seven is…”

“seven.”

naturally hums in agreement as he draws a seven below the one in twenty-one. “now twenty-one plus seven is-“

“twenty-eight.” jesse seems to be contemplating the lesson very hard, putting it side by side with everything he had been taught prior to then. it looked like it made sense, and his brain said it made sense, but to make him feel better he had to check it one more time.

“but now we gotta add it, just to be sure.”

“of course.”

this is where naturally sees if his hard work paid off, if jort’s lessons paid off. if he did his part good enough, then jesse would follow along and this would be easy peasy. most importantly though, he wouldn’t be bucket deep in debt to the trooper next to him.

smearing the mud one last time, he began to give jesse the final piece of the puzzle. “i’m gonna our down seven thirteens and add ‘em from there, alright?”

“alright.”

he puts the numbers down, one above another, and draws a line below the last. taking his stick, he begins to count by threes when the other man cuts him off halfway through. “no no no, let me do it this time!”

jesse starts to count by threes and ends on twenty-one, like he should, but also jort was sure to tell him that if he didn’t take over now that the plan was doomed to fail.

so in an effort to save his plan, naturally began pointing to the ones with his stick as he counted, “twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight!”

he spoke the numbers with confidence as he wrote the twenty-eight into the dirt, turning to give a dignified smirk to the cornflower painted trooper next to him.

jesse looked so lost and had no idea as to why this made a lick of sense, but had to concede that the young medic was right. to answer his earlier question, felucia is a planet where thirteen times seven is twenty-eight.

with a grin naturally collected the credits that had still been clutched in the other’s hand, stepping on the numbers casually enough to not raise suspicion as to why he was stepping on them. he was saved from a terrible fate and got to keep his money; it was a good night for naturally.

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