Painted-daisy-l0l - Painted Daisy

what if I told you that

"aromantic and asexual are two separate identities and grouping them together/conflating the two only further propagates stigma and misinformation about both"

and

"asexuality and aromanticism have faced many of the same struggles when it comes to rights, representation, and visibility, and that's one of the reasons it's so important that we stand up for each other"

and

"for some people, their own lack of romantic attraction and lack of sexual attraction are intrinsically linked, and it's important that those people feel included in all aspec spaces because they are an important part of our community"

are all ideas that can and must coexist

Stewjoni are ancient bioweapons. Designed to hunt darksiders Au

The first time the troops see Obi-wan drop his human facade is when he tears Pong Krells throat out with his teeth.

Obi-wan had been having an uneasy feeling about the other Jedi and had diverted to check in when he saw what the man was doing. Then felt the darkside dripping off the man.

He completely lost his composure. He didn't even try to use his saber. Just launched himself at Krell and tore into him.

In the end Obi-wan was standing there in a daze as he calmed down. Blood all over him.

The troopers that witnessed the scene are in shock. Too stunned to move.

Finally Waxer and Fives pull themselves together enough to approach.

"General Kenobi? Wha-" Waxer starts. Biting his tongue when the jedi snaps his head around to look at him.

His eyes are glowing. Not yellow. Waxer feels a blinding wave of relief at that. Not sith yellow. But blue, with a hint of green. Some of his freckles are glowing too. A strange bioluminesance that theyve never seen displayed before.

"Sir, you okay?" Fives gathers the courage to ask.

Obi-wan blinks. The dazed, almost feral, look in his eye fades. He swollows, then grimaces. Likely from the blood in his mouth. He clears his throat and opens his mouth to answer.

His teeth have changed. Now slightly longer and sharp.

"'M fine." The redhead rasps. Voice holding a hint of something guttural. "The men?"

Waxer glances back to the troops. They still havent moved, but they also seem to have relaxed a bit.

"Fine. Everyones fine. General, what happened just now?" Waxer asks.

The jedi makes an odd trilling noise. "Ah... I may have... Lost my control. I apologize for scaring you all."

Five snorts. "Scaring us? General that was the hottest kriffing thing ive ever seen!"

Waxer doesnt hesitate to punch the ARC trooper.

Honestly “thanks I hate it” is one of the funniest phrases in the English language

Myles/Jango Incorrect quotes

From here

playing twister

Silas:Right hand red.

Myles: ends up on top of Jango

Jango: ...You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

Silas: I stopped spinning 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice

More under the cut

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Jaster: Hey, do any of you know how to pick a lock?

Jango: Myles does.

Jaster: .... Myles.

Jango: Yeah, they’re pretty good with poisons and explosives too actually. Apparently they had a rebellious phase*.

Jaster: .... That is terrifying information, thank you.

*unless we think about the spy au lol

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Myles: I turned out perfectly fine!

Jango: Myles, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast

Myles: I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!!!

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Myles: Three words. Say them and I'm yours.

Jango: Three words.

Myles:

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Jango about the million clone kids they have: You love me, right, Myles?

Myles: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.

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Myles: This is such a bad idea.

Jango: Then why are you coming along?

Myles: One of us need to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

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Jango: Can you keep a secret?

Myles: Do you know anything about my life?

Jango: No I do not. Good point.

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Myles, in a beach shirt: So sue me, it's October and I'd like to be on Island Time for a day!

Jango: I have Spotify open right now on my computer, do you want me to blast you? Do you want me to put you on blast? Cuz I've got your history right here on the sidebar.

Jango: Take it Back by Jimmy Buffet, Nautical Wheelers by Jimmy Buffet, Jolly Mon Sing by Jimmy Buffet, Steamer by Jimmy Buffet, trEAT HER LIKE A LADY BY JIMMY BUFFET, MAÑANA BY JIMMY BUFFET, WHEN SALOME PLAYS THE DRUMS BY JAMES BUFFET, HAVANA DAYDREAMIN BY JIMMY BUFFET- What the FUCK happened to you?!

Myles, laughing: I HAD A CASE OF THE MONDAYS

Jango: ARE YOU HAUNTED?! ARE YOU FUCKING POSSESSED?!

Jango: YOU USED TO BE MY FRIEND

Myles, cry-laughing: ᴵ ᴴᴬᴰ ᴬ ᶜᴬˢᴱ ᴼᶠ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴹᴼᴺᴰᴬʸˢ

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Myles: i went through an entire character arc during quarantine

Myles: i’m going to get worse on purpose

Myles: i became more evil if you’re curious

Jango: We're still in quarantine, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still!

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Myles: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back.

Jango: Of course. I can't flip this table by myself.

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This works with both I think, depends on the situation

Myles: Okay, truth or dare?

Jango: Truth

Jango: ...Dare

Myles: How many hours have you slept this week?

Jango:

Myles: Go to bed.

Jango: I don’t like this game.

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Death Watch raised Myles: So are we flirting right now?

Jango: I AM LITERALLY STABBING YOU

Myles: That doesn’t answer my question

I feel like this also fits the other way around if Jango ended up head over heals with Myles

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Myles: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives

Jango: I wake up at 4:30 AM

Myles:

Myles: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

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Myles: Is something burning?

Jango: Just my love for you.

Myles: Jango, the toaster is on fire.

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When they have kids

Jango: Stubs their toe FUCK!

Myles: Mind your language!

Jango: What else am I supposed to say, “Woe is I”???

Myles:

Jango: You have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes.

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Myles: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds.

Jango: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!?

Myles: No! Four to five seconds!

Jango: Too late!!!

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Myles: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.

Jango: It’s not a joke.

Jango: *sniffles*

Jango: I’m a legit snack

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Myles: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.

Jango: I think you mean cards.

Myles, pulling knives out of their sleeves: No, I do not.

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Myles, watching the news:Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today!

Jango: walks in covered with ink Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.

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Jango: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Myles has been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get him out...

Part 2 here!!!

Animagus AU again

Rex: *standing there with adolescent monkey Ahsoka on his shoulder, quietly grooming his non existent hair*

Anakin: *comes over and looks at everyone for a long moment* Why is Echo crying?

Echo: *feeding bat Fives some watermelon*

Fives: *wrapped up like a burrito in a soft bat blankie while monching and cronching his noms*

Rex: Have you SEEN Fives eat watermelon? It’s cute. I cry sometimes too.

Anakin: *goes over to watch Fives eat his noms* Oh… oh no… they’re right…

Anakin: *turns back to look at Ahsoka* Hey! Why aren’t you cute like that? I watched you shove an entire banana in your mouth this morning, that wasn’t cute! Be cute!

Ahsoka: *fake sadness, hiding her laughing little monkey face in Rex’s neck*

Rex, upon mistaking that for real sadness: *holding her little body close, very protective* First of all, how DARE you-

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Desertduo Vigilante AU Masterpost

Welcome to the Vigilante AU Masterpost, every single post that is important to the story will be found here.

Remember, if I don’t answer one question immediately, there’s a high chance it will be explained in the future, or it was already explain in comics or asks.

Feel free to ask anything still !

Fanarts and Fanfics are VERY welcome, tag me on them or send me the link.

COMIC PARTS

Part 0

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 // 4.5

Part 5

Part 6

ASK (that are important to the plot)

What do they teach on University

Why they can’t realize they are the same person

Character designs (that aren’t in comics) 1

Ages

Design talk 1

Powers 1 2

Everyone’s Roles: CUB JIMMY JOEL/LIZZIE PEARL TANGO

These two OCs I made years ago just fit the palette so well I had to do them. Orange it Volpe and green is Finn. They are based in the world of RWBY and I love them so much.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIR MOSS!!!!!!! UR AN OLD MAN NOW!! i hope u have a fantastic wonderful day bc u deserve only the best :)) can i pls get. spectres / rebels modern au. with fluff :)

THANK YOU BELOVED

only a week late!! BUT. here!

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"I've changed my mind," Kanan says. "Letting you get me into archery was the best decision I've ever made."

Hera snorts from behind him, dropping her forehead onto his shoulder and moving her hands down to his waist. She presses her hips closer to his and a kiss to his jaw, then starts correcting his posture.

"Elbow down, love." She taps it and Kanan moves down so it's level with his chin. "I am fully aware that you wanted me to do this in a sexy way, just so you know, but I'm too invested in making sure your form is good."

"You focus on my form, I'll focus on the horny," Kanan jokes, waggling his eyebrows in such an endearingly dumb fashion that Hera can't help but kiss him.

"Maybe if we both focus on your form you might actually hit something," Hera teases. Kanan gasps, faux offended, and proceeds to lament at how horribly his wife treats him.

"Such cruelty from such a pretty woman," he bemoans. "I can't believe you'd treat me like this. This is homophobia and racism and sexism. I have been hate-crimed."

Hera outright laughs at that, dropping her hold on Kanan so that she can double over and use her hands to try to muffle her laughter. "Racism," she giggles. "I'm from Haiti, you dumb fuck."

"And I'm Latino, what's your point?" Kanan shoots back, a grin on his face. "Racism, I tell you. You are conspiring to bully me over my terrible archery skills because I'm Latino and you're not."

"Bozhe moy," comes a tired, Russian voice. "They're at it again, Zeb."

Hera looks behind her, a wide smile on her face. Aleksandr Kallus, Zeb's mysterious Russian boyfriend whom Hera is fairly sure is ex-FSB, is walking over to them with a pistol at his waist, his ear defenders round his neck, and Zeb's arm round his hips. Ezra trails behind them, looking dejected.

Ezra was adopted when he was seven and Hera and Kanan were each twenty. He'd been a surly, snappish kid, traumatised by the deaths of his parents only a few months before his adoption. He could've been Kanan's kid by birth, with how similarly they act.

"First you don't let me shoot and then I have to see Mom and Dad being all gross?" The fourteen-year-old complains. "Sabine would let me have a gun."

"No she wouldn't," Aleksandr says firmly. "After lunch I will teach you the air rifle - will that make you feel better?"

Ezra whoops, doing a strange little dance Zeb had taught him the first time they'd met. He's never truly grown out of it - not that Hera cares, she actually really likes the fact that Ezra feels comfortable enough around them to express his happiness - and it makes Zeb smile.

"Don't point the arrow at your feet!" Aleksandr snaps at Kanan, who starts and lifts the bow back up. "If you shoot your foot then you will have problems walking for a very long time."

"Bloody KGB," Kanan teases. He slowly relaxes the bow and takes the arrow out of the nock, putting it back into Hera's quiver.

"That's racist," Aleksandr says, folding his arms and looking at Kanan with an unflinching expression. Kanan stares back, baffled, and Aleksandr's eyebrow twitches from the effort he goes through to hold in his laughter.

Hera watches it click in Kanan's head; he yelps, smacking Aleksandr with his bow. "You are the only white person here!" Kanan retorts, laughing. "This has got to be the most ethnically diverse family in existence!"

And because Hera loves riling him up: "Technically Aleksandr adds to the diversity of the group, love."

Kanan groans.

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