On Regard Of Mitsuru’s Mental State

obi wan drops his lightsaber for the millionth time during a battle and cody has to pick it it up again. hes limping badly afterwards but is refusing to go to medical so finally cody breaks and is just like “here general, go fetch” and throws it in the med tent. obi wan, indignant, goes to said med tent to get it and gets sedated 0.2 seconds after walking in

Cody: So I’m sure all of you have noticed by now that General Kenobi has been lurking around the med tent.  Clones: *nod*  Cody: But never getting close enough for us to push him inside.  Boil: I almost got close enough once, but he fled the second he saw me.   Cody: I know, he’s a crafty one. My point is: SHINIES. He will try to talk to you! He will try to gently smile at you! He will try to coax you into getting his lightsaber for him! And I’m sure he’s not above bribing you too! but you know what you have to do, right?   Clones: TACKLE HIM TO THE GROUND AND CALL THE MEDIC, SIR.  Cody: EXACTLY. Also please note that we don’t want to cause more injuries so please be careful when you restrain him. 

Oooh. Hm.

Eldra/Cody, (idk, Eldra got rescued by the Jedi and lived AU) Eldra heard there's a clone commander that likes to punch Grevious and spin kick droids. She'd really like a spar.

“He what?” Eldra asks, maybe a little too loudly for the quiet training salle.

Maul wrinkles his nose, like he doesn’t get into shouting matches with his not-padawan practically daily at this point. “He punches droids,” he says distastefully. “With his fists. And kicks them.”

“Droids?” Eldra presses, impressed, and tries to calculate if Obi-Wan and his battalion are currently close enough to reach. She saw Anakin the other day in the refectory, so—maybe they're even on Coruscant.

“Grievous, as well, I believe,” Maul says, and eyes her with the wariness of almost twelve years of familiarity at this point. “Eldra—”

Eldra smirks at him. “You spend so much time with Obi-Wan that you must know his commander,” she says, pointed. “Introduce me.”

“I do not spend time with Kenobi,” Maul says crossly, but when Eldra grabs his arm and hauls him forward, he only struggles a little, which is practically permission where Maul is concerned.

“Enough time to know is commander has punched Grievous,” Eldra says, and when Maul sighs like she’s the greatest trial in his life and redirects her to the left, towards another set of training salles, she laughs. “You wouldn’t have told me if you didn’t think we would be friends.”

“A gross miscalculation on my part,” Maul says coolly, and shoves her through the next door, taking up residence in the opening with his arms crossed and an expression that says he’s been dragged here entirely against his will.

Eldra snorts, not about to let that stand, and hauls him into the room by the neck of his robes, ignoring the way he hisses at her in indignation. “Master Kenobi!” she calls across the room, to where Obi-Wan is flat on his back on the mats, his grandpadawan perched on his stomach and grinning with sharp teeth.

“Knight Kaitis,” Obi-Wan wheezes, head thumping back as he groans. “Maul.”

Eldra smiles at his grandpadawan, offering the little Togruta girl a hand up and slanting a surreptitious glance over at the clone with them. He’s leaning back against the wall, stripped down to his blacks, with his legs stretched out in front of him, and Anakin's captain is sitting with him, but—Eldra only has eyes for Obi-Wan’s commander. He looks like he practices kicking droids for fun, given those thighs, the muscling across his shoulders.

“I see you won this round,” she says, raising a brow at the Togruta girl, who grins back.

“I think seeing Knight Opress in the doorway distracted him,” she says cheerfully. “You’ve got good timing.”

Maul scoffs, like Eldra can't feel the flicker of something that’s definitely not annoyance that washes through him. “As expected from Master Kenobi,” he says disdainfully. “Beaten by an initiate—”

“I'm a padawan,” the girl says loudly, just as Obi-Wan pushes himself up and says with indignation, “Well, you try fighting her and see how well you fare, Maul—”

Eldra snickers, leaving them to it, and heads right for the commander, who’s watching his general with amusement and no small amount of judgement. Rex is the one who notices her coming, and his eyes widen as he elbows the other clone hard.

“Ow,” the commander says, jolting, and turns a scowl on him. “Rex, what—”

“You're Obi-Wan’s commander?” Eldra asks, stopping right in front of him. “The one who punched Grievous?”

The man blinks at her boots, then glances up, brow rising. “That’s me,” he says after a moment, bemused. “Commander Cody, sir.”

“I'm Eldra,” Eldra says decisively. “Spar with me. I want to fight you.”

Rex winces. Then again, he had to take two back to back missions with her and Anakin, so Eldra supposes he’s excused. They were dangerous missions. She didn’t even get to fight one single Sith, though, which was disappointing.

Cody's other brow rises to join the first, and he flicks another glance over her, assessing. Not sexual in the least, which is gratifying, because Eldra would hate to have to kick him in the balls so early on, but careful, which is even more so. Not writing her off because she’s a Twi’lek is a good start.

“I don’t exactly have a lightsaber,” Cody says, but he’s already pushing to his feet, so it’s very definitely not a no.

“I won't use mine, then,” Eldra says, and pulls off her outer robe, then her lightsaber, dropping them on Rex's other side. “Come, Commander Cody. If you win, I’ll treat you to dinner.”

Cody snorts, but there’s something like anticipation spreading across his face as he follows her towards the other side of the training salle. “And if you win?”

Eldra smirks at him. “You have to tell me exactly how you managed to punch Grievous in the face. And teach me how.”

Cody laughs, offering her his hand, and when Eldra clasps wrist with him, he squeezes firmly, clearly not afraid to break her. “You’ve got a deal.”

“Perfect,” Eldra says, and he promptly tries to flip her over his shoulder, but Eldra is expecting it, because it’s exactly what she would have done.

This, she decides, is going to be a very good relationship.

[On AO3]

Hope the words come back to you. If it sparks any interest, QuinObi where Quinlan had to save Obi-Wan after being captured. Maybe the aftermath of that? Good luck!

“Quinlan,” Obi-Wan says, all polite surprise and social grace, like they're meeting in the halls of the Temple and not a desolate moon in the middle of Hutt space. “You found me.”

Quinlan rolls his eyes, dropping the guard whose handprint he used to get through the scanner. “Why do you sound so surprised?” he retorts. “You're the one who kept leaving bloody clothes everywhere, asshole.”

“There's no need for name-calling, Quin,” Obi-Wan reproves, like he didn’t know precisely how much of a heart attack it would give Quinlan to trip over the first bloody shirt rag and see visions of Obi-Wan being kriffing beaten. “And I was operating under the assumption that you would take the information I provided to the Council, obviously.”

“Obviously,” Quinlan echoes, a little grim, and ignites his lightsaber. Eyes the bars for half a second, then sweeps it down hard, right through the metal, and kicks the door open. “You thought I could watch them kick you around seventeen times and not come right for your sorry ass? It’s like you don’t even know me, Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan looks politely disgruntled through the two black eyes he’s sporting, but he still hasn’t stood up. “Quinlan, finding the syndicate’s backer is more important—”

Quinlan gives him his best smirk. “Lucky for me that Anakin was around, then, huh? All I had to do was point him in the right direction, pretend I thought you were dying, and let him go. That commander of yours, too.”

It’s a little satisfying to watch Obi-Wan go pale around all the bruises. “Quinlan Vos, you used my padawan as a wrecking ball—”

“More of a laser-guided missile,” Quinlan says, unrepentant, and crouches down in front of Obi-Wan, reaching up. The ysalamiri around his neck doesn’t look like it’s doing all the much better than Obi-Wan; its fur is dull, eyes clouded, and when Quinlan picks it up he can feel its faltering heartbeat. The Force-bubble it projects keeps him from picking up any hint of its past through its skin, and he’s glad for that. Can't do anything but stroke it lightly as the last few heartbeats fade, trying to offer a little warmth in the cold of space, and then carefully, gently sets it aside, brushing his fingers over its fur one last time as the sense of the Force trickles back.

When he looks up, Obi-Wan is watching him with an odd softness on his battered face, red hair in his eyes and mouth twisted in something that’s almost a smile. He doesn’t say anything, though, and Quinlan doesn’t push. Doesn’t really want to know what Obi-Wan is thinking right now, honestly, because it’s never what he wants but it always manages to be too clear all the same.

“You're an idiot,” he says instead, and brings his lightsaber up, then around, and slices through the chain holding Obi-Wan’s hands above his head. He shuts it off as Obi-Wan hisses, and leans forward, catching his elbows before he can pull his arms all the way down. “Easy. You know what muscle strain is.”

“Yes, well, forgive me for not wanting to be chained to the wall any longer,” Obi-Wan says, vaguely annoyed, but his breath catches painfully as Quinlan digs his fingers into sore muscles. He can't do much in the way of healing, but Aayla pulled enough muscles when she was a kid that he knows this. A little heat, a little easing of muscles that have locked up, and Obi-Wan groans a moment later, slumping back against the wall as his eyes slide shut.

“You have magic hands, Quinlan,” he says, and sighs in relief. “Please, never stop.”

“Normally I'm the one saying that,” Quinlan teases, and snickers when Obi-Wan’s boot thumps against the outside of his thigh in silent reproach. Carefully, he eases Obi-Wan’s hands down into his lap, then tips his chin to the side, checking the lump on the side of his head. “Let me guess, you mouthed off and got your skull bounced off something solid?”

“I never mouth off,” Obi-Wan lies with perfect dignity. “I offered an opinion they were inclined to disagree with, and they retaliated with excessive force.”

“You sassed them and got your ass kicked for it,” Quinlan translates. He remembers their missions as padawans, even if Obi-Wan tries to pretend he doesn’t. “Aren’t you supposed to be the diplomatic one?”

“I'm certainly more diplomatic than you,” Obi-Wan shoots back, and opens his eyes. For a moment, he just stares at Quinlan, gaze steady, thoughtful. Then, slowly, he lifts his hands with a faint wince to cup Quinlan's face.

“I'm astonished that you found me, Quin,” he confesses quietly.

Quinlan turns his head, can't physically resist the urge to lay a kiss against Obi-Wan’s palm. “Like anything was going to stop me once I realized,” he counters.

Obi-Wan snorts. His thumbs smooth along Quinlan’s qukuuf, heavy against the golden tattoos, and—

Obi-Wan’s not the type of person who will ever ask for something for himself. Quinlan's known that since they were kids. It’s always a little annoying, especially combined with Obi-Wan’s inability to realize that he deserves nice things, but usually Quinlan can roll his eyes and deal with it and not push. Pushing Obi-Wan is like trying to push a mountain, after all.

Right now, though, Quinlan's tired. He’s coming off a solid week of limited sleep, having to see images of Obi-Wan getting his face pounded in over and over again as he tried to track the syndicate members. The sight of Obi-Wan in the cell was both gutting and the greatest relief he’s felt since finding Aayla in her uncle’s possession, and he physically can't stop himself from reaching out right now. He grabs Obi-Wan, wraps his arms around him and hauls him in to a tight hug, burying his face in coppery hair with a huff.

“Kriff, Obi-Wan,” he mutters. “If you could not make me think you're dead for at least a month, I’d appreciate it.”

There's a pause, startled, and then a heavy breath against his cheek. Obi-Wan’s hand comes up, fisting tight in his dreadlocks, and he wraps his other arm around Quinlan's back, clutching at him in a way he hasn’t since he got back from Naboo with a new padawan, a new Knighthood, and a new grief in his eyes.

“Careful, Quin,” he says, for once a little less than perfectly composed. “Someone might come to the conclusion that you're not the wild, emotionally unavailable free love enthusiast you pretend to be.”

“Did you just call me a slut in flowery language?” Quinlan asks, grinning. “I think I'm obligated to dump you in a sand pit for that.”

“If that’s what you choose to take away from my words, I suppose I can't stop you,” Obi-Wan says airily, but he still hasn’t let go.

Quinlan turns his head, presses a light kiss to Obi-Wan’s collarbone. Gets a flicker of the past, quick and gutting, of Obi-Wan sitting beside him in a dingy bar, Quinlan practically draped over his lap, Obi-Wan’s fingers in his hair. Not one of Quinlan's memories, even if it’s the moment he looked up at Obi-Wan’s face and realized instantly, achingly, that he was in love, but—

Obi-Wan’s memory of the same moment, and an overwhelming sort of fondness, sweet and warm in his chest as he played with the beads in Quinlan's locs.

“Idiot,” he manages, even though it’s hard to get the word out. “I thought—”

Obi-Wan snorts, pulling back, and he touches the qukuuf again, then slides his hands up, fists them in Quinlan's hair. “Apparently I'm not the only idiot here,” he drawls, raising a judgmental eyebrow at Quinlan.

There's no response Quinlan can possibly give except kissing that stupid smirk right off his face. 

andy + one eye

toxic husbands (they’re waiting for ahsoka to come pick them up for bingo)

Bi pride. And problems

abyss prince kaeya my beloved

SSS + TeammTaka Headcanons

(Has this been done before?)

Sakura and Karin

● Sakura and Karin exchange letters when Karin is stationed in one of the hideouts which are close to the Hidden Leaf (like the one shown in Gaiden for example.)

● This can rarely happen because Orochimaru keeps changing which hideout everyone is stationed in very frequently.

● Karin dropped by once to see Sakura. It was when Sarada got very sick

● Karin tried to return the umbillical cord to Sakura because of traditional purposes, but Sakura let Karin keep it instead as a reminder of how they helped each other when they were in dire need(Sakura healing Karin when she was severely injured and Karin helping Sakura during labour)

● The cord is a symbol of their bond as well as being the thing that biologically connects Sarada to Sakura, and spiritually connects Karin to both Sakura and Sarada

● Karin’s new hair do? Sakura’s the one who styled it.

● Karin’s glad that Sasuke’s found some one as great as her

● Sakura is Karin’s first female friend. She couldn’t be happier

Sasuke and Karin

● Their relationship has greatly improved and they see each other as comrades.

● He’s incredibly grateful for what she’s done for Sakura and himself

● He’s even showed her ‘that’ smile as a way of saying thank you

● Even though their bond is not of romantic love, like a teenaged Karin would fantasize about, there still is a connection between them as being comrades. Karin’s alright with this because she knows that bonds come in different forms and its not a black and white thing.

●Some of her feeling linger, but she’s not sure if its those kinds of feelings

● Sasuke finds her love-hate relationship with Suigetsu really amusing, even though he could diffuse the argument, he doesn’t.

Sarada and Karin

● Karin is Sarada’s crazy yet lovable aunt

● After finding out that Sarada’s face was more heart-shaped like Sakura’s, she got Sarada the pair of squoval glasses she has in Boruto the Movie, because it suits her face better then the sort of cat eye shape she had in Gaiden

● As Sarada gets older, she’d ask auntie Karin for frame suggestions

● Karin teared up a bit when she was refered to as an aunt (because it was such an affectionate term to her)

● She thinks Sarada resembles Sakura facially except her smile that has a certain Sasuke-y-ness to it

● Karin tells her that Sasuke was more stressed that Sakura even though Sakura was the one giving birth

Sarada and Suigetsu

● Sarada’s still a little bit salty about the mixed up DNA test and would often tease Suigetsu about his mistake.

● He’d end up telling her about a lot of inappropriate things like about that one time he was totally naked in front of in Sasuke

● She’d edge away from him slowly when he gets a bit too crazy

● He’d be the first one to ask her if she had a crush

● She thought that he and Karin were a couple. She was corrected by an angry Karin

● Out of Taka, she likes him the most due to his chill and carefree attitude, and the occasional jokes

● She picked up on his habit of spouting out (Good? Bad?) jokes

● She actually makes an attempt to diffuse his arguments with Karin.

● He teaches her how to use a large heavy weapon like his sword(like a giantic axe or something) after a little bit of convincing and seeing that her amazing Chakra control gave her Super Human Strength.

Sasuke and Suigetsu

● Nothing much has changed between these guys

● Suigetsu might make an unsavoury comment about Sasuke’s clothes

● The first time Sarada called Sui 'uncle’ he broke down, started sobbing and gave Sasuke a very uncomfortable hug.

● “Uncle, UNCLE! She called me uncle!!! Did ya hear that Sasuke? Did ya hear!? I’m an Uncle!’ sobbed an overwhelm Suigetsu

● 'Yes, you are an uncle. Not because of your age. Not because of blood relations. But simply because Sarada sees you as such.’ Says Sasuke, trying to edge away from Suigetsu’s soggy grip.

Sakura and Suigetsu

● Her anger towards Suigetsu (because of the DNA test) fades over time

● She doesn’t physically lash out at him, she just gives him the look.

● She thinks that Suigetsu is a good influence on Sarada due to his laid back and humourous nature. Sakura thinks Sarada can be too tense and anxious some times, so she thinks Suigetsu’s involvement would help.

Sarada and Juugo

● She likes the fact that he seems to be one with nature

● She doesn’t believe some of the stories she’s heard about him

● She later gets to know that Mitsuki shares his unique bloodline limit

 (That was a lot wasn’t it…)

views in swtor ✧ zakuul

Holy mother of God this is so sweet!!! Your art's awesome. This is freaking amazing, and I love it

I’m going back to school soon so I won’t have as much time to draw, but don’t worry I have so many enki doodles I havent posted in here hope ur not sick of me yet!!!!!!!!!