It’s-all-just-a-tv-show AU In Which They’re All Going Over The Script Of The Clone Wars:

I am so surprised at how well this came out. Trash can was surprisingly easy to work with.

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

Boba Fett is a better Bounty Hunter than you.

Nice try, Boba. Yer gonna have to do better than that.

So, this entire issue was really cute–Obi-Wan’s feral mountain man beard and mullet aside–because the reveal at the end of the story is that Obi-Wan let the thief steal the paperweight from him so that they could track her back to her lair and stop her from stealing from Dex’s customers.  And the lesson that Milo Graf is telling is that, “Nine times out of ten, you’re not as clever as you think you are.” I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS. I love Obi-Wan and Dex’s friendship!  I love that Obi-Wan apparently heard a plot to teach someone a lesson about how they weren’t as clever as they thought they were, and having had like ten years of experience of teaching that lesson, was like, “Oh, yes, teaching obnoxious little shits that they’re not as clever as they think they are is my speciality.” and was 100% onboard for this. I love that he had to know the thief would steal from him because he was a Jedi, so he just sat himself down and plunked down a paperweight next to him, because nobody in this galaxy apparently understands fuck all about the Jedi, like, no, it’s just a normal paperweight not some mysterious object, no, I didn’t use my space wizard psychic powers to find you, I used a normal tracking device, like, yes, give me alllll the weird vaguely eldritch Jedi and all the “………..no, I used a space Uber to get here, I didn’t fly here with my space wizard powers.” moments where, two seconds later, they just turn around to stare into the middle distance and get this unfathomable look on their face so you never know if they’re normal or not, like, HOW DO YOU DEAL WITH THESE PEOPLE??? (Dex just laughs and shrugs, eh, they’re weird a lot of the time, but pretty all right people, you just gotta roll with that stuff.) AND BOOOYYYY DO I LOVE OBI-WAN’S FACE. HE IS SO DELIGHTED TO GET TO TEACH SOMEONE A LESSON. HE BEAT HER TO HER PLACE AFTER PRETENDING SHE GOT AWAY AND WAITED (LURKED) IN HER LAIR AND HID HIMSELF IN THE SHADOWS JUST SO HE COULD DO A DRAMATIC REVEAL AND HE IS HAVING THE TIME OF HIS LIFE. OBI-WAN KENOBI:  GLEEFULLY DRAMATIC BASTARD WHOM I LOVE

Humans are unstoppable...Until they aren’t.

I’m not the most eloquent writer, but I’ve had this idea kicking around for a while and figured I’d put it out into the universe.

A lot of the basis for the “humans are space orcs” stuff is the idea that we’re pretty durable compared to many species, yeah? When it comes to physical trauma, we can bounce back from most things that don’t kill us outright, especially given the benefit of hypothetical space-age technology, and adrenaline is one heck of a drug when it comes to functioning under stress. 

But that doesn’t make us unkillable, and even though we can survive debilitating injuries and not die from shock, it doesn’t mean it’s fun. Dying of shock sucks, but at least it’s probably quick.

So - Imagine a ship, adrift in space, slowly being drawn into a star or something. In order to save the ship, someone has to repair the hyper-quantum-relay-majig on the hull or in the engine or whatever. Bit of a problem though- there’s a ton of deadly, deadly radiation (Wrath of Khan style) or poisonous fumes or, I dunno, electrical current, between the crew and the repair. Like, enough to kill most species instantly, so the crew is just like, ‘welp, guess we’ll die then’. But then.

BUT THEN

They ask the human. Because everyone’s heard the stories - you’re basically unkillable, right? Could you survive long enough in there to fix it? And their human goes real quiet for a second, but still says ‘Yeah, I could fix it’. And the rest of the crew is like, ‘Whaaaaaa, it won’t kill you?’ and the human repeats “I can fix it” (which isn’t an answer, but no one catches that, not yet at least), so they send ‘em in. And the human fixes it, they come back, the ship flies to safety, and the crew is thrilled to survive. If the human is a little quiet, well, they’re entitled after pulling off a miracle. Everyone else is just excited to get to the nearest station’s bar to tell their very own human story, cuz, ‘those crazy humans, amiright?’.

The good mood keeps up until the human is late for their next shift. At first it’s just faint unease, but- but they earned a bit of a lie-in, right? No reason to begrudge them some extra rest, even if it is a little weird for them to oversleep. They’ll be fine. Humans are always fine. 

(Right?)

(…Wrong.)

- What is… help. Help!-

- ake up! You have t-

- been days. You need sleep, you-

- nother transfusion. We could-

- out of sedatives!-

A week later, the crew finally reaches the station. They stumble into the bar, haggard and haunted. And over the next months and years a new rumor about humans starts to make its way through space. A rumor unlike any before.

‘Be careful with your humans’ it whispers. ‘Their strength is not always a blessing. Be sure they don’t do something they can’t come back from, because when a human dies… they die slowly.’

today is not my birthday

Using the palette Fist Fight with God. It’s not cheating to use the layer effects right? I don’t think so…. Next one will be much later. I gotta move back to college soon

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.

Another attack this time on @mothsmeadow ! He looks like he’d tear up a dance club lol. Hope you like it!

Jimmy held Tom close to his chest, grinning gently at his son as the boy blinked up at him in wonder. He never would have thought that his relationship with Joel would allow for such a blessing. A tiny fist wrapped around the bandana tied at his neck, causing Jimmy to laugh lightly.

“You like your Pa’s bandana, Tom?” He whispered, bouncing his son gently as the child grinned at the sound of his laughter and voice, the movement causing the infant to also begin to giggle.

An excited figure bounced into the room, grinning from ear to ear as he approached Jimmy’s hip, Hermes coming to a pause only to look directly up at Jimmy, “Mr. Sheriff! Daddy said I had to be quiet, but that I had a new baby brother!”

“You do, Hermes. Do you want to meet him?”

Hermes’ eyes lit up in excitement, “Can I?”

“Of course,” Jimmy confirmed, smiling at the child before casting a glance at Joel who was leaning against the door now, smiling as he watched the three interact. Jimmy kneeled down so that he was closer to Hermes’ height, tilting the infant in his arms so the boy could see him, “This is your brother Tom.”

“Mr. Sheriff, I love him. He’s so little though! Do you have to hold him all the time?”

“For now, we do. Why don’t you sit down, that way you can hold him safely too.”

“I can? How do you hold a baby?”

“I’ll teach you, Hermes, don’t worry.”

Hermes hesitated, “What if I drop him?”

“We can hold him together if you’re worried,” Jimmy offered. “You can sit on my lap and we’ll both hold him.”

“That! Please,” Hermes nodded, sliding onto Jimmy’s lap with wide eyes that were mirrored in the face he was staring at. Both children seemed entirely mesmerized by the other.

Tom reached out, his tiny fingers finding Hermes’ and wrapping around them.

Hermes gasped, having fallen in love with their younger brother all over again, “I’m your big brother, Hermes. I’m going to protect you forever, Tom. I promise.”