Typical Day For Cody And Rex

Reblog if you think that men can wear dresses, trying to prove a point to my dad

Tv show AU - gag reel

Jesse: shh! Here comes Dogma.

Dogma: *walks in eating a HUGE sandwich that was NOT in the original script*

*cut take*

Dogma: *walks in with comically large sunglasses like nothing’s going on*

*cut take*

Dogma: *slides in on heelys and eating ice cream*

*cut*

Dogma: *walks in pointing at Jesse* BITCH

*camera pans to Jesse rolling on the floor breathless with laughter*

150 word challenge! Eddie has to watch Hermes and Tom while the dads are out! We need more Eddie interactions lol

150 words exactly!! I'm proud of this one! It's a lot harder than I thought to finish a whole idea/scene in so few words. But it was a good sort of challenging!

"Grandpa Eddie! Grandpa Eddie!"

"Yes, Hermes?" the man questioned, snagging the child off the ground to stop the constant running. Hermes giggled as Eddie pulled them further and further into the air.

"Tom wants a snack! He's hungry," Hermes claimed.

"Oh, Tom wants a snack? Not you?"

"Me too! Me too, Grandpa Eddie!"

"Well, we should go ask your brother what he wants for his snack, shouldn't we?"

Hermes barely hesitated before agreeing. "Yeah, Tom can choose the snack!"

The child in Eddie's arms began wriggling around to escape the hold. The grandfather released Hermes, only to watch them speed off in the direction of their brother.

"Hey Tom-tom, what snack do you want?"

"Snack? Can have juice? And carrots?"

"Of course you can have juice and carrots, Tom," Eddie agreed easily, ruffling the small child's hair gently, eliciting a grin from the boy. "Do you want the same, Hermes?"

"Yes, please!"

a collection of motivational insights regarding content creation and creative hobbies

and of course the classic

Honeymoon AU Masterpost

Info posts:

Basic gist of the au

Eclipse twins

Eclipse twins extra: powers

Break up

Comics:

Reencounter

Peach Coffee (family shenanigans)

Separation Anxiety

Destiny

Restless

Extra art:

More awful coffee + trauma

Awful parents

Shopping date: p1 p2

Greetings

Dance under the stars

Early morning

God's Special Boy

Petnames

Beach time

Asks:

Blanket thief

Laundry

Flowers

Braids

Worst Cook

Gifts

Parenting 101

Lbd situation

Petnames p2

Humans are peaceful, not harmless

If you are unable to fight you are not peaceful, you are harmless. Only when you have the capacity for violence and yet choose not to use it are you truly peaceful. This is an important lesson learned when humans encounter aliens who have never met a species like them before.

The new species to enter into negotiations with the Trade Federation were not wholly unlike many others.

They travelled in groups and were highly social, an important trait where cooperation was agreed as a universal requirement to gain technological advancement.

When the Ambassador and their entourage arrived they gave their official designation name to be Human and their planet of origin Earth, a word which our translators seem to think means something like ‘fertile ground’.

With the Ambassador came the priests, at least or so we thought. They carried talismans and wore ornate clothing, speaking little, and behaving in accordance with strict hierarchy, just like the monks of the ancient worlds. It spoke to us of a thoughtful and careful people, certainly the Ambassador consulted frequently with the senior priestess known by her title of General.

Our chosen negotiation centre was the planetoid of Jaril, close enough to Human territory to not put them too far out of their way and yet also not too far for us. We hoped it would become a good neutral trade site once we discovered what we held in common.

The grave mistake of ours was to assume it was also a site far enough from the Tarma for them to not take an interest. The Tarma are an unusual species in that they are evolved from apex predators, a situation we thought impossible until they first burst into our territory. What form of predator is social and cooperative enough to advance? It turns out some apex predators turn spare time between hunts into complex mating rituals requiring feats of intellect and ingenuity, for which family groups will band together to get the best bloodlines.

Still, the Tarma are a huge problem when most of us are the survivors of prey ancestors whose cooperation was essential to survival from predation.

When their ships were spotted we prepared to do as we have always done, to retreat and reconvene in a safer location at a later date.

Then the human Ambassador turned to the General and said, “I believe this is where I hand over to you.”

The General bared her teeth in the most disconcerting way as she smiled. “I believe it is.”

Before we could begin our evacuation, the human priests did what we at first mistook for a starburst escape. We were horrified when their tiny ships navigated towards the Tarma, we thought they were about to be slaughtered.

The Tarma were no more prepared for what happened next than we were.

The Human Ambassador was not travelling with priests, he was travelling with warriors. I will swear on my herd’s life, I saw the most peaceful and reserved creatures turn from monk to exterminator in moments and I was thoroughly shocked to my core.

In less than a Human hour the Tarma had fled and the General calmly returned command to the Ambassador.

“But, we thought you were a peaceful people.” My diplomacy, I fear, suffered for the stress of the situation.

“We are.” the Ambassador reassured us. “We come in peace to trade, to explore, and to learn. We mean no harm to anyone who does no harm to us.”

“How can you claim to be harmless when you did that?” I gestured to the debris still visible from the viewing window.

“If I may.” the General spoke softly. “We stated from the start we are a peaceful species, perhaps you simply mistranslated the meaning of our words. We are not evolved from prey, nor from apex predators. We are from a place in the middle, we are the hunted and the hunter. You mistook us for a harmless species, when in fact we can do a great deal of harm, we simply choose to reciprocate peace.”

We have a new and powerful ally now.

A species willing to trade combat for peace.

Too busy to actually write to have a plot instead:

Cody, Wolffe, Ponds, Bly and Rex go to a creepy castle as part of a mission, the data is vague and the source anonymous but their generals agreed to spare them for it and so they went.

Yellow eyes watch from the parapets and a fanged smile forms. It reaches into the Force and leans. The smile widens.

At first they think it’s a waste of time, until the first scream echos down the halls. They can’t determine where it’s from. But they know who it is.

Fox.

They split into smaller groups to search and find Fox first on the security cameras, emaciated and scarred being dragged by a cloaked figure across the uneven stone floor.

They rush to that corridor. He’s not there.

The first time they see him in person he’s across a gap to wide to cross, there’s no direct path. Again, he’s gone when they get there.

This thing is playing with them. It has their brother. And they can hear it talking, along with Fox’s screams they hear it. A voice they can’t pin telling Fox he’s alone, unloved, good for nothing but to serve as a battery and a pet, that nobody’s coming for him if they were they’d have come by now. Nobody cares he’s gone, he might as well give up.

How long has he been here…?

Coruscant has been comm silent for so long.

The first time they see him in person (through a window)and on camera they have to acknowledge the possibility that whatever thing is here, its messing with them. Taking their deepest fears and playing with them while Fox isn’t here at all. But what if he is? They can’t leave him here.

The screams sound so agonised, so real.

They keep searching.

Wolffe alone finds Fox first. Cradles him close as he tries to remove the metal shackles. Fox is barely conscious, barely with it, too thin and too scarred in his arms and the scars are deep, some look like they should have been fatal. Wolffe promises he loves his brother. Wolffe promises he’ll get him away from the Sith, get him somewhere safe.

Fox laughs, “you’ve already failed, I’m not the Sith who has your brother, I’m not the one who made these scars and screams” and Wolffe sees yellow eyes and fangs and darkness rushes in.

Cody, Rex, Ponds and Bly can’t find Wolffe or Fox…

It picks them off, one by one.

In a dungeon below the castle in a cell together they wake, and Fox walks towards them. But not Fox, because it has fangs and leathery wings and yellow eyes.

It taunts them. Fox is in the hands of a real Sith and that knowledge will die here with them.

They disagree.

———

:-D

(In summary: a dark sithly creature lures them in using the real visage of how fox looks under Palpatines ‘care’ and uses his real screams to mess with them. It enjoys suffering and like all Sith feeds off of it and that their fears are reality is even more fun and filling. It plays with them then picks them off while revealing the truth knowing they’ll die knowing they can’t do anything to save Fox.)

Enjoy.

OBI-WAN KENOBI 1.01 | Part I

Cody hugs his brother close, hoping it would be enough to stave off the nightmares. He knows it won’t, not when he can feel Fox’s fingers twitching against his chest, curling around his shirt in tiny bundles. He raises a hand to his vod’ika’s hair, brushing it back while shushing gently.

“It’s okay, Fox,” he murmurs quietly. “You’re safe now. It’s all okay.”

His brother’s hands never still but his breathing has evened out from the small gasping from before. Cody can’t help but tuck his brother’s face into his neck, pretending that the water on his face wasn’t tears. Maybe if he closes his eyes and wishes hard enough, he’ll wake up to them being cadets, before the war separated them, before Coruscant wore down his little brother to exhaustion, before they realized they were only pawns in a Sith’s play for power.

Cody wishes they could go back to when they were small, barely decanted for a day but already cuddling in a pile with their batchmates. At least then they still had faith in each other despite barely meeting for more than a couple of minutes, rather than distrust and hatred thrown around for no reason other than to separate them.

Cody stares across the medbay to where his other batchmates lay, wounded and exhausted from the fight but still alive. More alive than how they found Fox.

Wolffe sends a questioning look, a small sign with his hands and Cody nods. He squeezes his brother close and breathes out.

Fox’ika will be alright. Cody will make sure of it. After all, it’s his duty as Ori’vod and he has a couple of years to catch up on.

“The question isn’t who’s going to let me; it’s who’s going to stop me?”

— Ayn Rand