501st / 212th Hijinks

· If you think Hawk and Odd Ball use every mildly acceptable opportunity to drag race, you’re absolutely right. Most non-mandatory flight exercises are just an excuse to let them go at it.

Helix and Kix have dart guns locked and loaded for any officer or Jedi avoiding sleep or medical. They’re fed up and they’ve got good aim. Once the ‘hours without sleep’ clock hits 24, The Most Dangerous Game begins.

Fives and Ahsoka are loveable hellions and must be kept away from each other when not being supervised. They’re too powerful alone together.

Force help Lux Bonteri if the 501st ever found out he was playing flirt with their Commander Tano. The only men she needs in her life are her dads, grandmaster and limitless supply of older brothers/uncles. No Seppie is dating their ‘Soka.

They are, however, very interested in updates on this Mon Calamari King that Ahsoka has become pen pals with.

One of the most disturbing things these legions have witnessed was not an act of war, but a carnivorous 14 year old taking down a large ungulate on some remote planet and proceeding to tear into it raw…before asking if they’d wanted any.

Tup was in fact not yet in the legion to witness that event and his brothers had the pleasure of watching him alone scream bloody murder at an equally bloody Ahsoka walking back into camp.

If there is a clone pile to snuggle into, Ahsoka will be in the middle of it. If there isn’t, she’s either sleeping on Anakin or Rex, or both.

There’s a running bet between the 501st and 212th on who can get their COs together first. The 501st was dealt a heavy blow when General Kenobi called Commander Cody “dear” during a meeting, but this will not deter them!

Their COs have been together in secret for months and just enjoy watching the men’s not-so-subtle antics. They’ve agreed the next ‘leg-up’ will be Anakin holding on too long after helping Rex up, patting his shoulder and watching the boys silently lose their minds.

Waxer, one of Ghost company’s best scouts, is great at hide-and-seek. Obi-Wan took him to visit the temple creche on leave once, and the man had the time of his life hunting down kids and in turn hearing them get frustrated when they couldn’t find him until he let them.

Longshot is the only one not allowed caf because it seriously screws with his aim.

Fruit is a highly sought commodity when the men are planetside; when all your meals taste like a load of nothing with a hint of cardboard, fresh fruit is like candy. Nevermind actual candy. Fights have broken out over single pieces of candy going missing.

Shaak Ti acts as a way for Ahsoka to have connection with their culture, and when the two go on field trips to Shili they take some men with them as a guard (read: they also get a cultural field trip); there’s a waiting list so everyone gets a turn.

Anakin and Obi-Wan were able to land those little ice cream cups with the wooden spoons as a treat for their troops during a long campaign. Hardcase had twelve and proceeded to have a sugar high that still gives Rex nightmares. It lasted long enough that come time to move they just set him on the Separatist base they were to clear and he did most of the work while laughing like a maniac.

It’s not that Kix and Helix are bad patients, it’s that they don’t trust any of their squadmates to be medics. They will patch themselves as best they can but anything beyond jamming a stim in their necks will be left until the other can arrive to their location. Kix would rather nearly bleed out than trust Fives to put an IV in his arm; he will do it himself or wait for Helix.

Someone once shaved half of Boil’s face but no one has been cruel enough to rat them out.

Wooley has a habit of collecting small soft things, whether or not he means to and whether or not the soft thing is an animal or an object.

Kix has a very pointed preference for breakfast food.

Cody and Rex don’t have favorites—they don’t! The love all their brothers in their own way. One of those ways is in how Echo and Wooley have given them the least headaches.

Pictures are routinely taken (discreetly) for wedding albums, of Obi-Wan falling asleep on Cody’s shoulder and of Anakin and Rex co-parenting their disaster carnivore of a teenager.

Anakin and Ahsoka have absolutely shown the men basic lightsaber forms, both to show off and in a worst case scenario if the men should need to use one.

One of the funniest things to ever happen at a strategy meeting was one Marshal Commander Cody walking in and dropping a heaping armful of robes on the holotable, staring square at one General Kenobi, and deadpanning “You dropped these, Sir.”

The Bad Batch/Star Wars Fanart Masterlist

Modern AU - Bad Batch

Pumpkin Carving

Movie Night

A Typical Morning

Soccer

Backyard Camping

Rex and Cody

Fall Outfits

Clone Cadets

Crosshair Alone

Winter Training

Tech - Rough Animation

Crosshair and Tech - Part 1

Crosshair and Tech - Part 2

Cadets Alt Outfits

De-Aged Comic

Tech Testing

Hunter Deprivation Tank

Cadet Train

Crosshair and Wrecker

Crying

Injured Crosshair

Art Challenges/Requests

Luke

Crosshair

Tech

Waxer and Numa

Rex

Kit Fisto

Fives and Echo

Omega and Nala Se

Last Doodle

Werewolf Batch

Werewolf Cadets

Sleep Piles

Wolffe

Celtic Cross and Echo

Character Art

Crosshair and the Kids

Eyes

Numa

Sleep Pile Sketch

Tech

Imperial Crosshair

Camping

Sick Omega

Crosshair and Tech

TBB Animation

Omega and Crosshair

Omega and Tech

Grown Up Omega

Echo

Screen redraw

Fanfiction Fanart

What it Means to be a Buir

These Silver Linings

Stick Together

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aboywithsecrets

2 years ago

Joey Batey's little laugh at the end of King. Reblog if you agree.

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aboywithsecrets

2 years ago

Shane and Ryan’s friendship makes me emotional when I remember that the only reason that Shane was included in unsolved was that Brett was unavailable and Shane was the only one in the office who could do the shoot at that point. Like it almost could’ve not happened and now they’ve been best friends for like 6 years.

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3 years ago

You Speak Of Grace

Commander Cody Week Day 02 Origins [ @commandercodyweek ]

Pairing: Codywan

Summary: Cody is about to meet his new Jedi, but he will make sure his men are as prepared as they can be. Little does he know that Obi-Wan is anything but what he was expecting.

“Once more.” Cody’s voice rang out as the test alarms died away, eliciting a fresh wave of groans from the assembled clones. From behind his helmet, Cody glanced over the group, running through the list in his mind once again. The heavy gloves hid the faint trembling of his hands as his fingers danced over the datapad, drawing up another scenario. “Test Scenario 00726. Oya!”

Distantly, Cody could almost hear Alpha-17’s low rumbling laugh echo forth from his memory at their displays of grumbling compliance. He carefully ignored the brother at the back — Crys, he thought, judging from the bright yellow daubed over his pauldrons and the dark hair growing up through the unnatural yellow dye — who ducked behind a console and emerged after swallowing down the last dregs of his caf.

The consoles rang shrilly as they ran through the necessary checks once more, heads lowered as the other clones focused on their own work. Cody sensed movement just behind him, but didn’t turn, watching the grey painted shape of Helix, their medic, move up behind him in the reflection of a console.

“Permission to speak freely, sir?”

Helix’s voice was soft but no less filled with purpose, expecting to be heard and understood. Cody was the Commander of the Battalion, but Helix was the medic, and that was something entirely different.

“Granted.”

Helix tapped the comm on his wrist, shifting to a private channel, and Cody stifled the reflexive twinge of fear that rattled down his spine. Fear was useful, Alpha-17 had barked at the younger clones in the Command Track, echoing the words of the trainers before him, but it was also dangerous. Drawing in a deep breath, letting it flow through him rather than rule his thoughts, Cody switched to the private channel as well.

“You are doing a good job,” Helix murmured, his voice slightly distorted over the comm. “You are already a good commander, and having a Jedi won’t change that.”

Cody didn’t respond, didn’t want to think about what Helix could read in the sudden stillness of his hands or the lines of tension that flickered into life along his shoulders, but merely nodded, his throat tight.

Helix lightly tapped the back of his wrist guard against Cody’s hip in a silent benediction. “I’m going to head down to medical. Over the next few days, I’ll need to check on the troopers and the Jedi to get a baseline.”

“I’ll draw up a rota,” Cody promised, adding yet another item onto his mental checklist. Dimly, he spared a thought for how his brothers in the command track were faring. Their own comms channel had been eerily quiet since they had received their battalion allocations and left in the early hours of the morning with one final message each of “Oya”.

“Appreciate it,” Helix said with an inclination of his head and stepped away. The other medics, Border and Patience, shadowed him like ghosts, barely half a step behind in a haunting unison that would have made the trainers proud.

Cody turned back to the men, tracking their progress as they worked through the machines, feeling a warm glow of pride settle in his chest. This would work. This had to work.

A warning prickled at the base of his skull, and Cody was already turning to face the doorway by the time his mind had drawn the context clues together.

As Helix left, his pace had slowed slightly, and the soft whoosh of the doors closing took longer than it should have. One of the troopers had raised his head, gaze fixed at something over Cody’s shoulder as one of his hands formed the beginning of the symbol for ‘Mother’, a warning of being watched back on Kamino. But the critical clue was the message flashing from the Command Track Chat from Bly that only read ‘oh no my Jedi’s hot.’

“Hello there.”

“Hello, sir,” Cody said, running on instinct as the rest of his mind went blissfully blank. The only information he had been given was a name and a grainy holo picture to recognise his Jedi by. A small thrill ran down his spine at that thought. Possession was still something all the clones were getting used to, and the knowledge that this man was his, was theirs, was more than Cody could have thought possible.

“Jetti on bridge,” Cody barked over his shoulder to the others, feeling the weight of their eyes on his back.

Obi-Wan smiled, the edges of his eyes — so unbelievably blue, like the point where the ocean met the sky — crinkling. “Please, Commander, call me Obi-Wan.”

“Obi-Wan,” Cody repeated with a nod, further committing it to memory. He was grateful for the helmet that was still covering his head as he felt the heat settle in his cheeks. Full armour was cumbersome for now, but it had been better to be safe than sorry.

“From what I understand, you have names as well?” Obi-Wan’s gaze darted around the room; his voice pitched low. “I don’t wish to cause any offence; this situation is very new to me.” He tucked his hands into his sleeves, clasping them in front of him.

“CC-2224 is my designation. But my name is Cody, sir.”

It was as if Cody’s words ripped the oxygen from the room, every trooper freezing in place in perfect military rest. Obi-Wan had to feel the pressure lowering onto his shoulders, but he merely grinned once more.

“Cody. That’s an excellent name and a good choice.” Obi-Wan paused, glancing around the room and meeting the gaze of every trooper who quickly lowered their heads back to their consoles at Cody’s signal.

“I trust I can count on you to keep me right, Cody? I will defer to your expertise.” Obi-Wan’s grin was as warm as sunlight, intoxicating when it was directed at just Cody, and he felt his cheeks burst with heat once more.

“Yessir,” Cody said, snapping back into parade rest out of habit.

“I’m not sure what the Kamioans have told you, but if you’re amenable, full armour outside of active combat isn’t required.” Obi-Wan paused with a heavy sigh, looking far older than he was for a moment before he pushed whatever memory it was away. “This isn’t my first war, but no need to make it harder than it needs to be.”

“So,” Cody swallowed, turning his head slightly to track Boil and Waxer’s whispering, their heads pressed together out of the corner of his eye, “Permission to dismiss the men to store their extras?”

“Permission more than granted, Commander.”

If Cody had thought that his mind went blank before, it was nothing compared to being alone on the bridge with Obi-Wan. In every scenario, every training simulation or exercise, nothing could have prepared him for this moment. Alpha-17 and the others took after Prime almost perfectly, and that applied to his lack of attraction as well, at best able to offer rough support to a heartbroken trooper in basic training.

Obi-Wan began to move around the bridge, glancing over the simulated manoeuvres that had been programmed in with a gleam of interest in his eyes. “If you want, Cody, you can store your belongings as well. We’re going to be working together for a while, and I see no reason to start out with extreme formality.”

Cody’s hands were steady as he reached up to remove his helmet, subtly pressing at the itch that had erupted two hours ago at the nape of his skull as he did so. Obi-Wan’s face softened as he watched him, unable to hide the obvious curiosity in his eyes.

“I can definitely see the resemblance.”

Cody laughed, the noise startled out of him, jaw snapping shut with a click.

“I’m sorry, sir,” he began, but Obi-Wan cut him off with a wave of his hand, his shoulders shaking with barely suppressed laughter.

“Please, don’t apologise, Cody. If there is anyone at fault, then it is me.”

“No, sir.” Cody paused to find the correct words, tapping his fingers against the edge of the datapad as he thought. This wasn’t what he had been expecting, Obi-Wan wasn’t what he had been expecting, but he always had been quick on his feet. “As you said, no reason to start out with extreme formality. No fault here.”

Obi-Wan hummed quietly as he thought, and Cody took a moment to inspect the Jedi he would be serving under. The robes hid much of his frame, but Obi-Wan had moved with confidence, despite the fact that the fabric wouldn’t give much protection or possibly act as a hindrance. Cody made another note on his mental list, needing to confer with the other Commanders once everyone had settled again.

“I think this is going to be an excellent partnership, Cody,” Obi-Wan said at last. “With that in mind, with the full reassurance that you can tell me no at any time for whatever reason, would you like to join me for a cup of tea? I believe there is some final paperwork to go over.”

“Yessir,” Cody answered before the full implication hit him. Obi-Wan would be sharing, even serving most likely, something precious of his, something he had deliberately chosen to bring aboard a battleship, knowing the cargo restrictions. “I’d be honoured.”

“Excellent! Anakin, my padawan—” Obi-Wan paused, and Cody wordlessly fell into pace at his side, a few inches shorter than the other man as he titled his head to continue watching him, “—he never quite got the taste for it, unfortunately.”

“I am looking forward to it, sir.”

Obi-Wan gave him a look, his grin all fond curled edges.

“Obi-Wan,” Cody corrected himself. He felt like a fool to hope, but it was a hope he held onto tightly.

Out of sight, Cody tapped a message into the Command Chat before silencing it, knowing the explosions it would spawn. ‘Mine’s better, vod.’

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aboywithsecrets

2 years ago

Okay fuck it if this post reaches 666k notes by the end of 2023 I'll practise basic self care

Why 666k? Because it's funny and impossible so good fucking luck

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aboywithsecrets

3 years ago

Daredevil: my father once told me that shooting stars are really just angels throwing away their cigarettes before god could catch them smoking.

Deadpool: Someone get me a young child I have wisdom to pass on!

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aboywithsecrets

3 years ago

Reblog if you think asexuality is a legitimate sexuality.

I’m trying to prove something.

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aboywithsecrets

3 years ago

My friend: Who is [insert fictional character]?

Me: *pulls up a 500 slide presentation* I'm glad you asked.

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aboywithsecrets

2 years ago

everyone loves seeing the happy character show a shocking reveal of sadness,

i want them to get mad.

i want them to scream until their vocal chords snap. i want harsh truths laid out. i want them to be judgemental and cruel. i dont want them to end crying or upset. i want hard, marbled fury. i want the embodiment of a raging hurricane trapped in a glass box. i want the box to be cracked and the wrong word is the last chip it needs to break. no storming off or apologies. they mean what they said and wont ever take it back.