W-What? Two Fanfics In A Week? W- Whats Happening To Me-

W-What? Two fanfics in a week? W- What’s happening to me-

And new pfp!?!?!!

E-Ezra Bridger?!?!?!!??!

(I drank a witches potion)

Saw someone's post about Cody repainting his armor gray because of the loss of Obi Wan

Yes, the following may seem harsh to some, but that's my opinion.

Let's start with the fact that gray in Mandoloran language means mourning -> hence it's the sadness and pain of losing people dear to him, BUT it's not just Obi Wan and I even doubt Cody is more worried about him.

Cody lost many brothers during the war and afterward. His world came crashing down the moment of order 66. His brothers are thrown out like unwanted things from the military. They are nobodies in the eyes of others, just a used and broken thing to be thrown away.

He sees the chaos around him and the lawlessness that the Empire is doing on other planets under the false slogan of liberation. But back to his brothers: nobody needs them and the people who were able to protect them (Jedi) are "gone". There is no one to stand up for them and the army is already dominated by civilians rather than clones.

From episode 7 with Wolff, it becomes clear that according to the Empire's official documents, Rex is dead. Who will Cody be mourning for? Obi Wan? Most likely his younger brother, with whom they fought side by side throughout the war.

So, in my opinion, the gray colors on his armor signify mourning for his brothers, because they were the ones he loved, and they were the ones he lost. He lost those with whom he spent his childhood, training, war.

He was left alone with his pain and so the colors of the warm sunset became gray sadness.

Hunter c’mon okay we get it you’re hot now close your legs

I'm not sure if it's canon that hunters face tattoo continues further down, but I came across @lornaka s take on hunters tattoos and really wanted to give it a try myself :3

Title: Ticklish - Read on AO3

Summary: You spend a lazy morning with Hardcase.

Prompt: 7. “I could just stare at you forever” “Creep”

Words: 470

Warnings: none

Prompt from this list.

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You shivered in the cool mountain air and burrowed deeper into the warmth of your sleeping bag. Your boyfriend, Hardcase, was on leave and had asked you to go camping with him. After arranging a flight to Alderaan and shopping for the necessary gear, you and Hardcase had started your adventure.

The mountains of Alderaan were famous, and your first experience with them left no doubt in your mind as to why. With clean, clear air, stunning views, and wildlife, you were seriously considering moving to Alderaan. With Hardcase in the lead, the two of you had hiked for hours before finding a lovely little meadow where you pitched your tent as twilight settled in. The two of you had zipped your sleeping bags together so you could cuddle during the night.

Now, you rolled onto your side and watched Hardcase’s sleeping face. Morning light filtered through the side of the tent and touched his brown skin tattooed with vibrant blue. You hadn’t known it was possible, but you thought you loved him even more today than you had yesterday. And yesterday had been a personal best.

With a little sigh, you scooted closer to Hardcase and reached out and take his hand. You curled your fingers around his, closed your eyes, and drifted back into sleep. An unknown amount of time later, you woke to the feeling of eyes on you. You kept your own eyes closed, letting Hardcase look his fill.

"I could stare at you forever," he murmured.

You giggled and opened your eyes, reaching out to boop his nose. "Creep."

He grinned back at you. "Yeah, but I'm your creep. C'mere."

Hardcase pulled you close and you shrieked happily. His fingers danced along your ribs, under your arms, and over your neck making you howl with laughter. When his merciless onslaught ended, you lay in his arms gasping for air amidst fading giggles.

"Pest," you wheezed.

"You love me," he said.

You felt your expression soften and wound your arms around him. “Yeah, I do.”

He leaned in, his nose brushing yours. You cupped the back of his bald head and pulled him in for a kiss. As Hardcase deepened the kiss, you slipped a hand under his shirt and smoothed it over his warm, broad back. Then, when he was well and truly distracted, you lightly ran your fingernails over his side.

Hardcase jerked back with a startled laugh. “No fair!”

“All’s fair in love and tickle wars,” you said, applying your fingers to his underarms.

With his superior strength, Hardcase quickly subdued you, but you didn’t really mind. You’d achieved your objective by sneak attacking him. Besides, a moment after pinning you and grinning triumphantly, Hardcase was kissing you again, and that was the best way you could think of to start your day.