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frostycatblr-fandom-files · 3 months

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I Have No Mother, Only A Brother

Warnings and Information: Not a new story, just a more masterlist-friendly format since I'm unable to make the edits I want to the original written last year so things fit a little more in-line with the rest of the series visually speaking. Reference/allusion to canon-typical violence, injury, death and loss. Bad health conditions for civilians as a result of a Separatist blockade. Clone OC backstories and how they died. Several characters are not explicitly named as of this installment, just like in NTMY,B. Narrative and stylistic use of italics. No Mando'a here. Use of Star Wars and real-world swearing. Canvas doesn't like the Kaminoans, he's rather scared of them.

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"Isn't it a little sad?" the nat-born child who's been asking so many questions starts up again after five minutes, the allotted break time as asked. The little one's parents sigh wearily. Here we go. There's beckoning hands, straining arms.

"Is what sad, little mite?" The trooper only resituated their hold on the child with a twisted ankle they'd been carrying for several klics now. They still had a long way to go before they reached the Republic camp where these starving people on a far-flung planet had been subjected to horrid war crimes by the Separatists. No; let me hold them a little longer, it's fine. They weigh far less than a supply crate, this is easy for me.

"Well… is it true that you don't have a mommy like people say?" This little one was born just before or near the very start of the Clone Wars, supposedly, and part of a humanoid species, so they're different from human nat-born children and develop differently… but the level of intellect and insight is still surprising.

"It is," the trooper starts, mentally shaking away the thought that he'd have to dumb this down for the toddler who was meeting Clones in the flesh for the first time now. "We don't have any mothers, except for Kamino. That's where we come from." Don't think of the long-necks. Don't think of the long-necks. Don't think of the long-necks; think of your brothers!

"So isn't it sad?" they ask again, cuddling sweetly against the stiff and impossibly firm surface of plastoid that encircles the trooper's body with a great pout on their face. That can't be comfortable for the kid. The trooper wishes he could take off the helmet so the little one can see the sympathetic smile, touched by the concern and sadness a nat-born child has for a man without a mother. But he's offered to carry this child until they get to the camp and the hospital tent where a medic-brother can splint the bad foot. There's not a great way to carry his own helmet should he remove it; other hands are busy with helping men, women and children too emaciated and weak to make this trek unsupported, or are leading the livestock with firm hands, or like the little mite's mother, carrying even littler children. An infant.

There are so many infants. The General has cut their cloak into long strips so the brothers who have volunteered themselves to carry a suffering family's baby have something to buffer and soften the swaddling arms in plastoid armor. The three brothers who carry the five orphans of the village are quiet. They move so gingerly and are so tender to allow these little ones to sleep as long as they can; the best sleep these little ones have had since losing their mothers.

"I guess many would see it that way. But it's hard to be sad about it when I have so many brothers to keep me company." The little one looks up at the trooper in awe and excitement. Brothers. They had something in common! The baby swaddled to the woman's chest with a meager blanket is a little boy, apparently. Born just before the Separatist's blockade and occupation.

"How many brothers? Hundreds?" That'd been the popular guess when he and his brothers showed up with several Generals to offer aid and support to one of these many villages clustered near one another in this sector of the planet.

"More than that."

"A thousand?"

"Haha. More than that, little one."

"Ah… a million? O-or the one that's bigger than that! That many brothers?"

"That'd be "billion". A billion is bigger than a million."

"You have a billion brothers?!"

"Probably. Even I don't know. There's not enough time to meet all of them when we're helping people like you, ya little mite." Some he'd never get to because they were already gone. Some were already lost to this war well before he stepped off Kamino. Some shortly after.

Cocky nerf-herder though he was, brave Gunnar… he'd been the first. Selfless. He wasn't immediately fond of the Force-wielders. The Jedi. Not like the other Shinies.

"We're their canon fodder, they don't care about us. Throw enough brothers at the problem until it goes away and then don't so much as mourn us!"

It changed when their General was cradling the body of a badly-injured brother while they were waiting for the team medic to find their position. Their General held the dying trooper and promised the medic-brother was on their way, "just hold on, son. Yes, he's coming. H-he's going to take care of you. You were very brave out there trying to keep your brothers safe."

When the battlefield medic trooper had finally reached their position and could take over for the General in taking care of this brother, he'd succumbed to his injuries only seconds later. Their General got up and left, stoic and unspeaking, and Gunnar had enough and wanted to give the General a damn tongue-lashing. But when Gunnar found the General, back pressed into the dark trunk of those towering trees and weeping silently, he suddenly realized he had their first General all wrong.

"I think I had 'em all wrong… guess some of those Jedi really do give a banthashit about us. Found the General mourning that brother who died as soon as the medic got here. They're imperfect, brother. These… peacekeepers aren't sure how to be warriors. Not all of 'em. They're tryin'."

Cryfar had been the second to perish. Oh sweet, well-meaning Cryfar.

To their batch, it was an in-joke that it was a miracle this son of Kamino had made it as far as he had. Either one too many blows to the head during a session of hand-sparring in one of the training centers, or something went awry with his jar, but the kid could not get his left-and-right or his phrasings sorted out when he got overexcited.

Which was often.

"Hahaha! Just wait til I send those Seppies runnin'! This war'll be a cryfar from-" The entire batch groaned, Gunnar the loudest before taking a breath to explain why the other, older brothers were laughing at the excitable Shiny with a glowering look over his shoulder. The seasoned troops stopped, recognizing the look.

"It's "a far cry from", brother. It's okay. They don't mean to be mean to ya, I'm sure… You just get excitable. Not your fault. Remember to be careful, right?"

"R-right! I'll be careful!"

"Watch out for the pits, too."

"Sure thing!"

Faro had been third. Pushed the other two brothers out of the way of danger time and time again. They'd lost Gunnar, and they'd lost Cryfar. Faro was not going to lose these brothers too.

He was gruff and stoic much in the same way like Gunnar without the impulsive streak, but about just as much patience as Gunnar had. ("You were going to kriffing lecture the General? No of course this Jedi cares about the Clones if you just paid attention to them for five min- That's the stupidest- If you would stop being so gun-ho about certain things for five minutes the COs would finally let you in the gunner's mount like you've been asking and- What's that look for!?")

Every time he'd saved their skins he'd simply sigh sharply at them before asking if these two bucket-heads really expected him to save them every time. So that last time… he looked at those yet-unnamed brothers and fondly murmured he'd do it each and every time in a heartbeat, staring up into the great and endless starfield above him with the remnants of a BX-series droid commando scattered around him.

"It's just gonna be the two of you now, brothers. I-I don't think I can watch out for you anymore. Clanker bastard got me real good with that fluke shot… but I'd do it all again in… a d-damn… heartbeat."

Fluke took the name from Faro's dying words as a way to remember him. Maybe he shouldn't have. The word became a curse, an omen. It seemed to seal his fate. He shouldn't have survived that droid commando encounter, it was just a lucky chance that Faro accidentally strayed a little too far from his post and found his brothers getting attacked when he did.

He was thrown from a speeder-bike after getting shot and narrowly avoided plunging into a deep chasm. Two sets of ration packs fell out of the supply crate and were exposed to direct sunlight for several hours before anyone noticed and put those back in with the others. He and another brother both felt a little sick after dinner and each said he'd be turning in early to try to sleep it off.

"Guess it's just not agreeing with me, or something. I'm sure it's nothing… I'll see you in the morning, yeah? Love ya, brother."

"Love ya too, Fluke. Goodnight.

"G'morning Fluke, you feelin' any better? Want me to get the medic to… Fluke, c'mon brother, this isn't funny; talk to me. You really feeling that bad? Y-you're cold! Wh-why are you so… FLUKE!!"

"Do you get along with all of your brothers?" The Clone unit escorting this village's survivors were getting closer to the refugee camp, so it was time to squeeze in some last questions and they'd been quiet for a while now. Canvas just chuckled. He'd been carrying this little one for a while now, watching as they turned one of his most precious possessions in their hands over and over again. The whittled nest of endangered birds from his first campaign. They'd taken great care not to drop it. Carver would've appreciated hearing that such a crude replication still held up to approval; he'd gotten so much better and thought all his old stuff was junk (save for the General's Mudhorn and this nest-set owned by Canvas).

"Some better than others, but I get along with most of them, yes. All siblings have their squabbles; even us Clones. Maybe one day you'll drive your parents crazy by arguing with your little brother once he's big enough." The toddler grinned brightly up at the dusty helmet peering down at him and once again smoothed their hand over Fluke's scuff. Then Faro's. Cryfar's after that. Lastly, Gunnar's. Canvas's brothers all within easy reach, surrounding the scuff mark across the chest plate this little nat-born child was leaning against. Surrounded by the memory of his brothers, those who never judged him for not yet having a Name and respected his wishes not to Be Named yet.

"Nuh-uh. I love my little brother! I never wanna argue with him when he's big enough." The little one's parents just smiled quietly in the lengthening shadows as the sun sunk behind the hills. They knew it wouldn't end up staying that way, but the sentiment was too sweet to correct. One day the screaming matches would come, and the accusations that they weren't sharing toys would rattle their eardrums, and a million other things. A welcome future to look forward to because the Republic answered their desperate plea for help and promised the inhabitants necessary aid.

"He'll tell you how lucky he feels one day that you love him so much." Canvas replied sagely, eyes staring ahead into that middle-ground where the light of the camp crept over the last ridge. That red splatter he was looking for was flying high over the center of the camp. Good. They'd gotten the medical tent set up.

"One last question for the nice trooper before your father carries you to the medical tent, little one. Better make it count before he has to return to his commanding officers." the child's mother warned in a sweet voice. Oh he hated the way the little one frowned, Maker help him. His hold firmed up one last time.

"I can carry the little one to the tent. It's no trouble."

"Are you certain?"

"Yes ma'am. It's no trouble." Canvas nodded affirmingly.

"Thank you… ah, I don't believe we ever asked you your name, I am sorry."

"Canvas. My brothers named me." he says with pride. How one came to Be Named by a brother happened in a variety of ways. Sometimes it was mockery. Sometimes it came from a joke. Even done completely unintentionally. But often it was done with love as they helped one another find an identity. More than a string of two letters and four numbers, brother.

No mothers to name us, only brothers.

"Your brothers named you?" the talkative toddler inquires, brightening up as Canvas continues to carry them through the camp. There was time for more questions after all.

"They sure did."

"And do you like your name?"

"I love my name." That name was a gift from his brothers. All of them. Its poetic origin meant too much to do anything but love it.

"Which brother gave you your name? Was it one of them?" The little freckled fingers touched each scuff mark reverentially. (Maker, to think his own fingers were ever that little for a short time.)

"One of my commanding officers." They pass by a commanding officer with these words, entirely a funny little coincidence. But it's not Canvas's, this officer bears a different color.

"Umm… Who has the funniest name? A-are there any?"

"I have a brother named Scruffy." It's safe to make fun of Scruffy's name. Scruffy makes fun of his own name all the time because he knows the circumstances behind Being Named (accidentally) were silly.

"Whoops, hair's gotten an inch past the standard cut… Think I'm starting to look a little-"

"Ahem."

"A-a little, uh, unkempt! I was gonna say unkempt!"

"Sure-sure…"

Just three tents away from medical.

"Who made you the bird nest again?" Canvas takes the whittled treasure back, tucking it away in his utility belt alongside the wooden worry stone.

"My brother Carver." he reminds the toddler. Two more tents. Something's cooking nearby. It smells good. Really good. The families making their way to the camp will have their first good meal in a long time tonight. There's neatly stacked crates in front of the medical tent. That has to be Cairn's doing, but Canvas doesn't see any sign of the brother in the flesh.

"So if he made you the bird nest, are birds your favorite animal?"

"One of 'em, yeah." Canvas chuckles, nodding down at the child and then back up at the brother with the shattered cross painted on his plastoid. "Kid's in need of a splint, think you can help the little one out, brother?"

"Sure can, Canvas. Set up on the second cot for me, and grab yourselves a hydro pack each. You marched a long way in if you came from the southwest. No one's getting dehydrated on my watch."

"Thank you, brother." Canvas nodded gratefully as he nabbed two foil pouches of filtered, treated water from a crate. He opened one and gave it to the child after gingerly lowering them to the second cot as indicated, and finally shucked the dusty helmet, hearing that familiar hiss as the vacuum broke. Much better. Was getting stuffy in there. "Hope you're ready for a talker."

"Always." the medic laughs. It's promising. "I like the talkers now and then. You sit down and rest your feet."

"But I should really go report in to the Cap-"

"Medic's orders, brother." Oh very well. Canvas just concedes; it'll be easier than trying to sweet-talk a brother who takes the mantra of "brother looks out for brother" so deeply to heart that he makes it a specified pathway beyond just his creation as a soldier. (Don't think of the long-necks… think of your brothers.) You're a fool to make these brothers upset with you. He takes a seat on an upturned crate put out for visitors to the med-tent, balancing his bucket on his knees as he cracks open his hydro pack and takes a deep swallow of water. He regrets it, but he'll be scolded for spitting it out.

Ugh. These are not the chemicals he's used to in Kamino's filtration and emergency desalinification systems. What planet treated this water? Coruscant? It's so bitter and heavy on his tongue… There's no touch of sweetness in the water like that of a bolster of emergency supplies from Naboo that had been sent by Senator Amidala. It's sour and tangy in such an unpleasant way.

But that's not worth fussing about when he gets to listen to the little one start peppering the medic-brother with questions now as he prepared to set the bad foot in a splint so it will heal correctly and quickly with proper support.

"Do Clones have a favorite brother?" Woof, what a loaded question to ask a medic.

"Hah, get a load'a this kid, asking the tricky questions. Some do! Some brothers grow very close together, practically joined at the hip and I have to let the other brother stay so I can take care of the sick or injured one. Then there's Clones, like me, who love all their brothers equally. No favorites. Too many brothers to love and take care of for me personally to have favorites. But I know of a few who are someone's favorite brother."

The medic-brother looked at Canvas over his shoulder briefly to first make sure he hadn't slunk off before he was properly rested AMA, but even in that quick look, Canvas knew there was another meaning in those warm, smiling eyes. Seasoned troopers tended to hear if a fresh-faced brother needed some extra support and became a favorite; whether that was for life, or until the Shiny found their feet under themselves.

Canvas knew that applied to him in each sense; he was so grateful for it now. Grateful for those brothers who took care of him because they had a rather… unique mother. (Forget the long-necks.)

If Kamino was their mother, and all her sons were brothers, then they should take good care of one another.

We have no traditional mothers. Just a billion brothers.

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mac-lilly · 11 months

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This was supposed to be a cute, nerdy headcanon for Reggie. It evolved into … something. Featuring a moment Juke at the end cause it's juke jeudi, and they keep worming their way into everything I write. But the Juke part can be ignored.

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The moment Reggie digs up his old, chunky Nintendo Game Boy (the chunky grey one), he's filled with true joy. So after ransacking the Molina house for batteries, he flings himself onto the couch in the living room. He spends hours playing Mario, deeply concentrated, brows furrowed, and the tip of his tongue poking out between his lips. Meanwhile, Julie and Carlos are watching him, baffled by this ancient technology. (Like, how the **** is this thing still working after 25+ years?!)

Later, Ray enters the living room. He's horrified by the chaos Reggie caused when he hunted down the batteries -- Victoria won't be amused. But when he sees the Game Boy and hears the familiar melody of the game, he's hit by a wave of nostalgia. He suddenly buzzes with childlike excitement and sidles up to the couch to peek over the backrest.

Engrossed, he watches as Reggie maneuvers Mario through the level, hissing when an enemy is coming too close or balling his hand into a fist to appreciate a well-executed jump.

But eventually, they hear the unmistakable melody that pronounces Mario's death. Both groan and Reggie throws his Game Boy away, sulking.

Ray clears his throat, and Reggie jerks his head around, staring at Ray, wide-eyed.

"You know …," Ray ventures, uncertain if his advice is appreciated. "There's a secret passage right behind this wall?"

Reggie just keeps looking at him, blinking hard. For a moment, Ray fears he's gone too far with his advice. Then, without saying a word, Reggie picks up the Game Boy and restarts the game, testing Ray's suggestion. And sure enough, it works. He lets out a squeal of success, then leaps to his feet and throws his arms around Ray. Ray, perplexed, pats the boy's back.

And then Reggie literally drags Ray around the couch, forcing him to sit down, shoving the Game Boy into his hands, and they have the bestest of bonding moments ever!

(And Julie maybe has a minor mental breakdown because, once again, she's reminded of how old her boys would have been if they hadn't died.)

BONUS: JUKEBOX

Later, Luke and Alex show up. Luke's already displeased because Reggie and Julie are late for band practice. But as soon as Luke spies the Game Boy, he's seething with anger. Alex has to forcibly restrain Luke from launching himself at the bassist.

As the boys wrestle, worsening the chaos in the living room, Alex explains that, back in '95, Reggie was obsessed with his Game Boy. More than once, he ditched band practice to save virtual princesses. Naturally, Luke was extremely pissed. The last time it happened, he swore to set "That Damn Thing" on fire if Reggie ever missed rehearsal again.

"So," Julie says slowly, frowning at Luke, who is pinned to the floor after Alex used his height to his advantage. "You are jealous of a … a Game Boy?"

"No," says Luke.

"Yes," says Alex.

Julie just laughs, shaking her head in fond exasperation. As Alex and Luke bicker about the exact definition of jealousy and whether the term is applicable, she notices Carlos edging closer to the couch, too, clearly intrigued by the excitement the game is causing.

"Well," Julie says, "Since we're a bassist short today, we better postpone rehearsal. I think we can all make excellent use of some spare time."

She winks at Alex, who shoots her a smile, his cheeks turning pink.

"But it's Thursday," Luke protests indignantly. "We always rehearse on Thursday and …" He trails off when he registers the look of stunned disbelief on Julie's face. He blinks, confused. Then realization dawns on him, and his eyes grow huge.

"Oh …," Luke breathes out. Like an excited puppy eager for his walk, he jumps to his feet, knocking Alex over. He scurried over to Julie. "I think you're absolutely right."

In a gesture of mock chivalry, he offers her his arm, wiggling his brows suggestively, causing Alex to make a ratcheting noise before the drummer poofs away to search for Willie.

Julie lets out an undignified snort. Instead of accepting the offered arm, she leans forward and quickly pecks his lips. Bedazzled, Luke stares at her, and Julie cannot stifle the giggle that bubbles up inside her, which only intensifies the look of awe on Luke's face. An electrical spark runs down her spine, making her nerves tingle. She gently takes his hand, intertwining their fingers, and she leads him up the stairs.

(They both jump the last step. At the same moment, Mario lets out his characteristical joyful shout of success.)

#What is this?! I have no clue #I was listening to 'Hey Mario' all day ... that drove me insane #anyway ...#happy juke jeudi!!#even though it was supposed to be a reggie headcanon #julie and the phantoms #jatp

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matchy-rnl · 10 months

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Hello, hello, Matchy here!!!!

OK OK so give me any character's name from tawog in my inbox, and i'll respond to it with my headcanons of them

(Updated: You can also request ships as well)

#tawog #the amazing world of elmore #the amazing world of gumball #bobert tawog #alan tawog #carmen tawog #ocho tawog #gumball tawog #darwin tawog #banana joe #anton tawog #idaho tawog #tina tawog #leslie tawog #juke tawog #iykyk etc #headcanons #this is how i cope

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lydias--stiles · 1 year

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I wish I could adequately explain how incredible it would've been to see JATP cover "Breakaway" from Kelly Clarkson with Luke as second voice and Julie just giving it her all? The lyrics work so well for juke, but also the band in general, and it gives me goosebumps imagining a scene similar to the Finally Free one, where they're in a bar, in a more intimate setting, just singing their hearts out and getting a bit too personal like yes. please. yes.

#juke #julie and the phantoms #jatp headcanon #breakaway by kelly clarkson

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thedeathdeelers · 1 year

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Julie as an exorcist for hire and Luke as her ghost partner au (Bring it On Ghost 😌)

and/or

JATP characters meet working a a pet store au (let’s pretend it’s a super ethical one where all the pets are rescues ok lol)

HOOO BOY OK ok ok ok OK

edit: uh. yeah. good luck reading this it’s so long but then so rushed idk man enjoy……….

edit 2: wait shit i just reread your ask and u specifically said julie exorcist and luke ghost…..I APOLOGISE. STILL WORKS………….

get it on ghost au:

so luke’s always been plagued with the gift of seeing ghosts - he hates it, it’s mostly annoying when they show up unannounced declaring that he has to help them — and worst of all, it’s exhausting having to get rid of the creepy ones in ways other than just guiding them spiritually (ie beating the crap out of them)

it took up too much of his time and he just wanted to focus on his music man

he figures out at one point tho that he can make a business out of it — make some money by advertising his skills (without his parents knowing cause well. they wouldn’t necessarily agree to it) and getting people to pay him to ‘exorcise’ ie beat the crap out of ghosts that refuse to move on and just insist on haunting the living

(alex and reggie know about this of course. esp when they suddenly have nicer practice rooms to chill in. alex isn’t thrilled he’s actually terrified, but reggie just wants to join in on all the client calls luke gets)

AND THIS IS WHERE IT GETS INTERESTING: so one day luke gets a text from a potential client asking him to head over to the abandoned los feliz high school building (that particular building was shut down a couple years ago because of a tragedy and hasn’t really been dealt with yet)

BUT BASICALLY the text asks him to check out the building cause there’s this one notorious ghost that keeps scaring all the high school students in the buildings nearby and they just need it to be dealt with (he’s seen those high school kids running past it like their lives depended on it

luke’s happy to oblige, especially when he finds out how much the client is willing to pay, and heads over — only to get the surprise of a lifetime. he meets a ghost who 1. turns out to be the one who texted him (so he’s not getting paid and that’s not great news) and 2. is a cute girl who looks very much human and not like any of the other ghosts he’s met before

he’s taken aback, especially when she kicks his ass (and helps him kick the resident ghost’s ass)

it’s a whole cat and mouse thing for a while, she keeps following him whenever he’s alone and he keeps telling her to leave him alone (mostly cause she’s hella cute and he seriously can’t afford to catch feelings for a dead girl yknow). he tells her she needs to pay him or move on and she keeps insisting that she just wants to figure out who she is!! how she died!! who her family is!! so that she can move on!!!

so they strike up a deal: he helps her (her name’s julie, by the way) figure out who she is, the mystery revolving her death and why she can’t remember anything, and she, in turn, helps him on the job (she’s got a wicked left kick), slowly paying him back with her skills since she never paid him for that one job (the abandoned high school building, remember that?)

so she tags along wherever he goes (at first to his dismay), even joining in on band practice (the boys know of her existence and try to be as considerate as possible considering they can’t see her)

things start to change between the two the second luke hears julie sing, fingers slipping on metal strings when she follows the melody perfectly and holy shit he’s a goner (the boys are confused af they’ve never seen luke lose focus when it comes to band practice)

THEY SPEND THE NIGHT TALKING AND HE FINDS OUT SHE DIDNT EVEN KNOW SHE COULD SONG- he tries to get her to play various instruments to see maybe she was into that and turns out she can play piano!! and oh?? SHE CAN ALSO WRITE SONGS??? match made in heaven soulmates luke’s fucked and fully in love with a ghost etc etc

ah fuck this is getting long i’m so sorry but let me continue:

so this is where we meet our antagonist: the music teacher at los feliz, the one luke’s seen loitering around the high school (alex goes to that school and whenever luke stopped by for lunch he’d see the somewhat creepy teacher)

and he gets a bad feeling from him every single time

TO MAKE THIS SHORT LMAO: turns out julie’s accident had soemthing to do with the teacher, caleb covington, and turns out she was a student at that school!! 10 years ago!!

ALSO: SHES BOT ACTUALLY DEAD? SHES IN A COMA????? what a plot twist. it’s why she looks so normal so human. it’s why she’s never felt like any other ghost.

anyway stuff happens luke figures out caleb is some weird powerful ghost demon who sucks the life out of students for their talents and that’s what happened to julie except he never managed to finish the job.

luke finds a way to bring her back to life and together they fight caleb and it’s A HAPPY ENDING OH JESUS

do you still want the pet store au??? lmao

julie starts working at a pet store, she meets reggie first, and he takes her round the store introducing her to all the animals and staff members and when they reach the puppies section they find a guy their age on the floor on his back being attacked by several puppies (licking his face) and it’s the cutest thing julie’s seen in a while

that is until reggie shouts “luke! new person coming through” and the boy on the floor sits up and julie sees his face and decides actually. that’s the cutest thing she’s seen in a while

anyway.

coworkers romance and all that jazz 😌

she finds out he sings to the scared puppies and agitated animals at the store, and it melts her heart. he hears her sing along to one of his songs one day, matching the harmony perfectly, and he melts.

they fall in love and live happily ever after the end

AAAAAAH

#i am SO sorry this got so rambly #and you’re probably the only person who will understand the au cause u have prior knowledge #DOES IT MAKE SENSE TO ANYONE ELSE #i tried to keep it short but couldn’t and it’s why it’s all over the place #anyway……..#ta-da #enjoy your five headcanons LMAO #jatp #juke #ask fics #ask

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cherrywperson · 10 months

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Hello! I have to ask, opinions on Juke x Bobert?

WOOOOHOHOHOHOEJWBD /POS ohhh you wont believe this but i was SOO obsessed with them back in like 2020 omggg

unfortunetly i have been overtaken by another illness (a bobert ship that is even wackier and shipped by one person other than me back in like 2019) BUT i still think theyre a very cool ship yes yes

idk if i have hcs for them ghhhhhh hhmmm idk i think im just gonna ramble abt them so i come up with smth

i just think theyre very cute!! i think bobert would already understand him cuz i bet he can translate and so but even if he didnt he would still try to understand him. hell they both try to understand eachother the best they can and help eachother out!!!!!

(and i think very often they wouldnt even talk to eachother. just stand next to eachother or do something cute without saying a word. yk comfortable silence between eachother <3)

how would they kiss though .... they have no lips!! how will they get a kiss kiss!! /ref . damn idk but okay im sure bobert would hug juke a lot like wrap him around his arms and it would be very cute and yk yk ykthhwvsjs waaaaahh

umm oh and i think theyre both oblivious as all hell LMAOO . like they dont realize they like eachother until like someone points it out then its like "^!^#^×,???? WHAT" juke would freak out abt that idk . ITS FUNNY

damnnn what other thoughts did i have... okay i think that might be all SORRY waaaaahh but still i think theyre a cute ship and i like them theyre very cute :3c i remember drawing them and so but i never posted the drawings cuz they were just silly doodles andd idk old art and self indulgence and shit . (maybe i can draw them again......... hhmmmmm........)

also i think i might know who you are cuz ive seen yr art and yk ..... /lh (yr cool)

also what was their shipname again??? i think my mutual had made one for them but i forgor what it was 💀💀) ill check that out and tag them as that or maybe not idk

#idl #WOW GAY PEOPLE love them #theyre so <3<3<3 shoutout to them <3 #tawog #tawog juke #tawog bobert #bobert 6b #cherrys evil thoughts #asks #tawog headcanons #ohh mein gott i wrote so much maybe im still crazy abt them.......

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michelangelinden · 2 years

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Send JATP headcanons

Hey besties, it's been a while since I did one of these. My life is whirling around in a blender right now, so I need some jatp content to cheer me up.

Please send me asks with some (preferably fluffy) headcanons, platonic, romantic, whatever, I'm ready. I'll expand on them in my responses and give out lil forehead kisses in return. Thank you!!

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charaznablescanontoyota · 1 year

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for the making up lore post: juke gnocchi

oh juke my beloved. i subscribe to a lot of the community lore we came up with for juke that one night where everyone was just riffing on the idea of "mobster who sucks at his job" for like 5 hours but specifically my internal thots on juke are:

short kinda greasy hair that he wears slicked back, think like nic cage in moonstruck

lives in the tiny apartments over vaccaros with parker and they can't stand each other

plays bocce ball on the little italy courts and sucks at it but has been adopted by like 5 nonnas who kick her ass at bocce ball weekly and try to set him up with their grandkids

wears a lot of wide-legged pants and suspenders, is trying to singlehandedly bring suspenders back

shockingly a good cook but gets injured in stupid ways in the kitchen constantly

once tried to slice up garlic real thin with a razorblade like in goodfellas and had to go to patient first

can't drive a car. gets around via city bus and (badly) on a bike that gets stolen like once every 2 months. tried to learn how to skateboard once and gave up after 15 minutes of falling on his face

has a degree in communications

has a free indefinite membership to the aquarium due to accidentally saving a board member's life in a complex comedy of errors involving a poisonous frog, a box of cannoli, and the baltimore book festival

#blaseball #juke gnocchi #baltimore crabs #headcanon meme

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goblinlovesmusicals · 2 years

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Gimme some Hip Hopper head canons thank you✨

OK I HAVE SO MANY

First off, they're Dustin's annoying little cousins. Their home yard was going through tough times so their parents sent them to Apollo Victoria.

Like I did with The Rockies, The Hip Hoppers all have individual names, so let's go:

Jive (Hip Hopper 1/Yellow)

The oldest of The Hip Hoppers and their leader. The best at breakdancing and rapping, it was only natural he be put on the pedestal as the Top Hopper.

Thing is, he has severe anxiety. Like severe. He's passed out and thrown up from panic attacks before. He hides it well from everyone but his siblings.

He's in denial that he needs therapy or medication. Even though he once broke his leg and ended up physically sick because he couldn't dance. You see, breakdancing is an outlet for him, and it helps him keep calm. Without it hes....yikes.

He's AroAce, but desires a Queerplatonic partner.

Greaseball's gang moved on from Rusty once he won, and they started picking on Jive...

Jazz (Hip Hopper 2/Red)

The middle child of The Hip Hoppers. He's a hopeless romantic who prefers slow dancing and serenading music to the more modern stuff he's known for. They get those crushes so easily lmao.

Their current crush is Swift, the youngest of the Marshals and Trax's lil bro. Swift is oblivious to the fact that Jazz has made several attempts to seduce him or ask him out.

He's the most caring of the Hoppers, and is much more open about feelings than most freight trucks tend to be.

They're non-binary and use He/They pronouns. He's also gay af-

He loves freight cuddle piles, and often initiates them. He tries to drag a very confused Swift into them-

Juke (Hip Hopper 3/Blue)

The youngest of the Hip Hoppers, but also probably the toughest. She's only really doing the dancing and rapping for her brothers and would rather be chillin' with the engines or wrestlin' with The Rockies.

She has a girlfriend, it's Tassita the quiet car. Tass likes watching Juke workout and will occasionally join, but they usually just end up making out. They also love their picnics.

She's the most critical of racing culture out of the freight. She has no desire to race and doesn't like being asked to, she has and will punch arrogant engines in the face if they pester her.

She's a lesbian 💞

She will happily beat up the gang if they dare touch her brothers, her gf, or her cousin. Despite the fact that most of them are bigger than her, they fear her for some reason.

#starlight express #the hip hoppers stex #jive the yellow hip hopper #jazz the red hip hopper #juke the blue hip hopper #stex headcanons

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bountycancelled · 2 years

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rating how SEVENTEEN would react if you wore revealing clothes in front of the members (hyung line edition)

maknae line version here

genre: rating-headcanon hybrid, suggestive lol, gn reader

requested: nope

warnings: suggestive stuff and delusionality

a/n: procrastinating finishing my beomgyu smau and starting my seungcheol smau with this piece of crap, enjoy~

seungcheol

-100/10. does a double take when he sees what you're wearing, thinks about doing not-so family friendly things with you but then realises that you guys aren't alone and is immediately pushing you back up the stairs.

he's still deliberating on whether he pushed you into ur shared bedroom to fuck or to try to convince to change.

you juke him and run down the stairs before he makes his decision, and he spends the rest of game night holding onto you and literally intercepts ur celebrations with the members you've been paired up with.

when the night comes to an end and the members start to leave, he throws you on the couch, wwe style before poor vernon even makes it out the door lol.

jeonghan

3/10. he's not possessive like seungcheol but he gets really distracted to the point where the other members want you to change so he can focus lol.

you get paired up with him for 30 seconds cuz no one else wanted him but he doesn't take in any of ur explanations and you end up in last place.

has to get pinched back into reality several times by different members cuz he keeps on giving you bedroom eyes when he's supposed to be explaining the words on the damn card.

ends up deciding to end game night prematurely and shoos everyone out of the house so he can have his way with you

joshua

7/10. gets distracted for a bit because how could he not when you look so sexy, but catches himself mid looking you up and down.

you catch his eyes flick up and down your body when it's ur turn for charades but it's only for a split second cuz he's a gentleman or whatever.

overly affectionate, partly because he's a teeny bit jealous that the other members get to see you like this but mostly because he just can't resist you.

at the end of the night when the other members are taking their leave, he literally drags you upstairs because his patience has officially snapped, but it's okay cuz he behaved himself throughout.

jun

5/10. a mixture of nonchalant, lowkey jealous and also kinda horny.

swears to himself he's not jealous, but wants you to sit in his lap throughout the whole night even thought that isn't possible cuz he could see ur cards.

he begrudgingly let's you off of his lap but grips your thigh with his hand when mingyu rests his arm on the space behind your head.

this ends up backfiring though cuz the hand on ur thigh makes him hyperaware of your sexiness and now he's not focusing on the game and wait, wtf how did he lose already?

pretends he's not feeling well right before the game ends and scares you when you walk into your shared bedroom, only to make out with you right after it's the gemini in him

hoshi

2 ¾/10. not jealous at all but hella distracted the whole time.

this man's head is in the clouds the millisecond he lays his eyes on you and it's obvious to everyone including yourself.

gets upset when he doesn't end up in the same team as you and makes you sit on his lap even though ur on opposing sides, like he literally protests until everyone just let's him get his way.

complimenting you the whole way through, tbh he forgets game night is happening like 16 times, and his team just gives up on him halfway though.

throws you off of his lap during the mafia game and you bust your ass on the floor but he makes it up to you with a quickness when the members leave.

wonwoo

9/10. his eyes flicker to you and when he sees what you're wearing, he gets a little jealous but won't outwardly show it.

he's not a territorial kind of guy, but he does have a hand on you for most of the night.

he actually really enjoys game nights with the members and doesn't even pay much attention to you, safe for the occasional look in your direction, because hello? ur literally look so hot rn?

game night starts, continues and finishes without so much as a peep from wonwoo about ur choice of outfit but as soon he closes the door on the last of his members, you can literally feel a change in the air whew chile, good luck bestie.

woozi

10/10 or 1/10 depending on ur perspective. woozi, does not, can not and will not give a fuck about ur outfit during game night.

he's not the type to be easily riled up or made jealous, especially not by ur choice of clothing, and he knows his members are respectful of your relationship so it's all good to him.

it's nice that he has a strong sense of security, but damn, he doesn't even hold ur hand...

even when mingyu makes a lowkey flirty comment towards you, he just rolls his eyes, smacking mingyu on the head for good measure before going back to the game at hand immediately.

shoos the members away at exactly 11 pm and passes out on the couch before you even get to spend one-on-one time with him lol.

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#seventeen fluff #seventeen drabbles #seventeen smut #seventeen fanfic #seventeen #seventeen x y/n #seventeen x you #seventeen x reader #seungcheol imagines #jeonghan fluff #joshua seventeen #joshua imagines #jun imagines #hoshi imagines #wonwoo imagines #woozi imagines #seventeen headers #seventeen kpop #seventeen smau

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frostycatblr-fandom-files · 3 months

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Nice To Meet You, Brother

Warnings and Information: Not a new story, just a more masterlist and reader-friendly format since I'm unable to make the edits I want to the original. What was written with the idea of being a one-off became the establishing story for the main bulk of my Clone OCs, so this was written at a time not much had been planned in advance. Reference/allusion to canon-typical violence, injury, death and loss. Several characters are not explicitly named as of this installment. Narrative and stylistic use of italics, capitalization, and colored text. No Mando'a here. Minor language. My takes on Clone culture and their brotherly bonds have more thematic and narrative elements than how it's shown in the series, perhaps, as a heads up.

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"Get a load of these plastoid puppies…"

They're getting new Shinnies to bolster their forces, and Maker, these boys just look younger and younger every time they get more Seppy blaster fodder reinforcements… It makes the hearts of the commanding officers hurt seeing how fresh-faced and bright these boys are.

The armor looks fresh off the assembly line and fitted onto little children fresh out of their growth jars. But they're all children. These are babies in the eyes of the Commanding Officers.

And they know the numbers of these plastoid puppies who are almost afraid of getting their armor scuffed, but no names. So young. Too young, General, please, send them back for more training...

They were never Named by their batchmates or their brothers under the rains of Kamino. They'll have to find their names out here in the galaxy.

That will have to come later. But first it's the unofficial marring ceremony a Captain came up with before they were KIA.

Scuff the armor before they even see their first Seppy encounter.

If they get it over with now, or if they allow themselves to be scuffed by their COs, the sequential scuffs will be easier to accept. Take a knife, a wad of steel-wool used for weapon cleaning/care, or just a little rock and scratch your armor.

No really, you heard me. It's for, uh… good luck! Each deployment has their own traditions, in-jokes and superstitions. We scuff our armor for good luck. (Thank the Maker, they bought it.)

That's okay, rookie, you take all the time you need to scuff your plastoid. I can wait nearby if you need me to. (We want you to steal that first scuff for yourself so the Separatists do not have the satisfaction, brother.)

They worry about the young brother who takes an hour to decide where to scuff his chest plate. He might be the first of the Shinies they lose. One of the Captains wants to keep an eye on him, close under his command in place of the Marshal Commander's ranks. The effort is probably as good as a Separatist's credit out in Republic space, but brother looks out for brother. They're all glad most of the Generals understand that.

Sure, Captain. Take the Shiny. Show him the ropes. Keep him safe.

Took-an-hour survives their first encounter since the bolster of reinforcements; the Captain kept him safe. He's shaken. He's lost his closest neighbor-batchmate (the batch that was below his, in this case) and he's mourning. He's dropped his blaster in the mud of the trenches and he's having a hard time cleaning it now that they've pulled back their forces. His weapon is no good to him if it's jammed up with the thick, sandy mixture.

The Captain has to tell him to stop attempting to clean the DC-17.

"Forget it. Throw it in the dirty bucket next to the graffitied helmet on the gunship. Take a fresh blaster. Take a breath."

(Take yourself back to Kamino, please… You're just a kriffing kid. We're all just kriffing kids.)

There's a kid who's gonna get his paint design out of this inevitable ambush and he doesn't even know it. He's a plastoid puppy with two left feet when he's nervous and keeps following the General and the Captain like a second shadow. They keep pulling this kid out of the naturally formed pits of the planet by the "scruff" of his armor. They're impossibly patient with this Shiny. The Captain has given the kid his Name when he pulls this brother out of the seventh pit and says "It's like scruffing a rowdy Tooka kitten!" with a mighty heave.

(Heh, any guess what that kid's about to get from the Captain, General?)

(You mean other than "on my nerves", Commander?!)

The kid likes the sound of the word, but he wants to change it a bit, first…

Welcome to the galaxy, Scruffy. It's nice to meet you, brother. The whole unit celebrates Scruffy and his name and his new paint and his identity. He's no longer just a number. (The General takes the time and tells him he is and feels unique in the Force, like all his brothers the General has served with, to make the moment all the more memorable.)

Scruffy is still falling into pits and still getting pulled up by the scruff of his armor by his COs and his brothers, but he's no longer a Shiny. He's no longer scared to get his armor scuffed. He's actually helping others, much later on, get their armor scuffed when they step off the gunships, and the COs see that he's got the same 'oh by the stars these boys are just plastoid puppies' look in his eyes now too. He'll show these Shinnies his deliberate, superficial damage he's so proud of and carry on the new tradition of it's for good luck!

The kid the COs have been secretly referring to as Took-an-hour is struggling. He's the last of his batch now. His last batch brother was alive just last night and never woke up. Something about the food. Something spoiled. He won't eat anything out of fear. You can't have a hungry brother out on the battlefield. You have to do something. The appetite stims just make him sick. This is hardly the right set of conditions to cook food. The only thing that placates him is the General's rations that they themselves are in charge of.

They're different and better suited for the General's metabolism and nutritional needs, but it has to be better than nothing. The General takes the rations in field supplies marked with the CT's number.

It takes an hour for the man to take his first bite. He's almost sick immediately after because the anxiety is paralyzing. But he's assured again and again by the General that the rations will be safe, he needs his strength, eat.

Scruffy (of a different batch out of the bolster of Shinnies) just sits with this brother and fellow soldier until the food is gone. It takes an hour. It's one hour less of sleep for both of them. But Scruffy doesn't complain once. He's also now keeping an eye on this nameless brother, along with the Captain, the Commander, the General. He's falling into a few more pits than usual the following day, but he just blames it half-jokingly on something flying overhead distracting him.

This brother refuses Naming. He doesn't want to Be Named. He's certain he's not long for this galaxy. He's convinced he'll join the rest of his batch soon enough and Being Named will give him hope.

"I'm a string of two letters and four numbers and I'll never be anything else."

Not on Scruffy's watch.

Not on the watch of the COs.

Not on the watch of the General.

You will Be Named is not a threat. It is a promise. You are an individual, brother. Our paints, our tattoos, our haircuts are all signifiers: We've found our Name. We will help you find yours, brother.

More scuff marks are added to the plastoid. The scuff marks of his fallen batchmates. He won't add them in paint. He'll add them in the same ways that they did. It takes the expected amount of time to complete the task.

Welcome to the galaxy, Carver. It's nice to meet you, brother. He was inspired by the nameless brother who bares his batchmates scuffs in his own armor, and carved little etchings into his helmet with a vibroknife he picked up somewhere. He's quite good at it.

(Scruffy thinks it would be funny to ask Carver to add GRAB HERE in Aurebesh lettering in the ring of paint on the back-plating of his armor up near the neck, but the COs don't share the sentiment.)

Lots of troops ask Carver to, well, carve little pictures in strips of thick bark that have shed from the trees indigenous to the planet. Flowers they found pretty. That scary hellcat with four eyes they heard about once. The General cutting a clanker in half. No wait! The General cutting a TANK in half, that would be so cool! (Hey, Commander, here's the coordinates to rendezvous with the General. Once you've memorized them we can add it to the fire.) Do you think you can whittle? Guys check it out, Carver figured out how to whittle!

Oh the General is gonna love that little Mudhorn, Carver!

The General does in fact. They keep their little Mudhorn in their pocket at all times and regard it with love. When the sour tang of the loss of life feels too heavy in the Force around them, the General holds Carver's little Mudhorn and feels the deliberate shape of the gifted token as they meditate to clear their mind. This campaign has been hard for the peace-keeper, but the little things, like this whittled Mudhorn, are cherished when things seem bleakest.

Scruffy asks Carver to make him something he thinks might help the nameless brother (and others). He's not sleeping well because he's having bad dreams. Dreams about the brothers he lost. Heard about them on the Holonet somewhere, they're called worry stones. They look like this, they're small and discreet and will be easy to carry on his utility belt. They'll be easy to replace if they get lost and misplaced.

"Whaddya think? You'll do it? You're the best, Carver, thank you."

Carver makes several, enough to give all the COs and General a worry stone, and slips the last worry stone into the nameless brother's things in the middle of the night. It's found in the morning and almost discarded, thinking it's debris in his drowsy stupor that he was about to toss without looking, but the smooth divot in the wood catches his attention. It… feels strangely nice to roll his thumb back and forth in this little space.

Okay. He'll keep the thing. He'll get rid of it if a CO tells him to. Except he later notices the COs also have one. So if they have "non-GAR contraband", he's not about to get into trouble for having it himself, right? Well then again they're COs and they'll be allowed more "luxuries".

He almost gets rid of it again after that thought. But the Captain catches it before it's kicked into the fire that night when they made camp and says it "was a close one, kid nearly lost the gift a brother gave him. That would have been a shame". Oh. Oh kriff. He nearly burned a gift? Carver made this?

Carver wouldn't have been mad if the nameless brother had burned it. He's made so many at this point. The nameless brother was always a little tighter on the rules than most other brothers, he'd probably have been reluctant to keep "contraband".

He and Scruffy had seen him using it on a few separate occasions. The tension seemed to melt right out of him, even just for a moment. He'd grabbed it at least once when he woke up from a nightmare. Carver wondered if he would be able to find the material to make a really small one and put it on some string so this poor not-a-Shiny would have a way to keep one on him, maybe under the armor, under the bodyglove, so he'd never have to worry about not having a worry stone on him if he really needed it. Sometimes just holding his worry stone was enough for the brother.

One not-a-Shiny claims the name Cairn finally. (He'd been given many nicknames, open to Being Named, but none had spoken to him until someone said the word "cairn" in front of him.) He's ended up with so many of his friends' worry stones one way or another that he'll build the little or big towers of wooden 'rocks' for the fun of it.

Sometimes the General uses gentle nudgings of the Force to make the towers take impossible, gravity defying formations. It boosts morale. It makes the men wonder if Cairn can find a way to replicate the upside down formations the General sometimes does with the right sized worry stones. Welcome to the galaxy, Cairn. It's nice to meet you, brother.

It takes an hour to get this not-a-Shiny to get out of one of the towering trees after a Separatist ambush. He made for an excellent sniper, to the surprise of the Captain who'd taken care of this nameless brother since he'd gotten there nearly a month ago. He's on the comms channel, voice high and tight with fear that if he comes down he's going to knock this bird's nest out of the crown on a branch he'd need to use to get down.

They're endangered. They can't fly yet, Captain. I don't want them to get hurt if I climb down. One already fell from the nest and-

Oh the General found it? Did it… survive the fall? Why is the General scaling the other tree with only one hand; did they get hurt in the Seppie ambush?

Oh the General is okay? Thank Kamino's rains. They… found the bird alive?

The bird is returned to the nest with the Force, and his General uses the Force to pluck him out of that tree and lift him over to the other one so he can crawl down, finally. He's sorry for getting worked up about some blasted birds but they just… He got kinda attached to them because he had imagined he was protecting not just his brothers and the General from the Seppies, but those birds too. He's sorry, General. It was silly.

The General assures the trooper that the compassion and empathy he had for the birds was not "silly". In fact, they were unaware that these birds they'd been seeing for so long on this planet were endangered. They thank the nameless man who takes a long time to do certain things for teaching them something that day. Maybe one day that thinking will make him a brilliant strategist, too.

(Yeah, the Jedi are a little weird. But that's okay, brother. Apparently when you come up in conversation now, the General hears the fluttering of these birds through the Force… Good question, don't know if they hear anything when our other brothers are brought up in conversation with the General…)

The nameless brother is just beginning to feel better, hopeful, the longer they've been taken care of by the likes of the COs, General, and Scruffy. Mostly Scruffy. Maker, Scruffy nearly cries when this brother, bearing all the scuffs of his batch additional to his own on his chest plate, asks the General if they want their rations, because he thinks he's ready to start eating his again.

He's not afraid to eat the rations meant for himself anymore, he thinks. That's a step in the right direction.

There's a few survivors from the first bolster who still don't have names, but only because they don't know what to decide on just like Cairn did. There's another bolster scheduled to arrive soon. They've decided on their paint patterns, at least.

The brother who takes an hour to do things when time allows is the only unpainted man of the unit. He looks like a Shiny, so out of place. Everyone aside from him is vying to find a Name except for him.

But it feels like hours or days after the COs welcome their new brothers who now have Names… they get picked off by Separatist forces. Hello, and goodbye, brothers.

"If I find my Name now, I'm cursed" is the new sentiment. The new anxiety that replaces my rations are spoiled and I'll get sick, I'll die if I eat them.

"I'm just two letters and four numbers and nothing else. Please don't name me. Please don't doom me, brothers…"

Maybe it's best that when the second bolster of Shinnies and other, more seasoned troops arrive, this brother is… sent back to the Jedi cruiser. We can't have him sent back to Kamino by now, there's no telling what the long-necks will do to him.

Wipe him clean with reconditioning? Decommission him? No chance in the galaxy they'll let their brother go through that. They'll turn him into a spacer instead before they'll let the Kaminoans decide.

So the COs are trying to find someone to go with this brother. Scruffy is willing, he's already done so much to take care of this brother, this will be a piece of meiloorun cake to accompany his anxious brother. If it wasn't a result of mistreatment at the hands of the… bounty hunters hired to be "Trainers", then it wasn't his fault something probably went wrong with his growth jar. It wasn't the fault of a brother who had a leak in his acceleration chamber that made him hyperactive and impulsive if the rumor mills are to be believed. They, all brothers, blame that on the Kaminoans. Or the Trainers. They do their best not to blame their brothers.

Brother looks out for brother.

"Took-an-hour" is used less and eventually abandoned. The COs call him the Unpainted Brother as a nickname, now. U-Brother, or just Brother, for short. It's easy enough to pass off as a general term of addressal.

He's far from a Shiny, he's not open to Being Named, he's clearly not finding his Name out here.

"General… please, send Brother back to the Jedi cruiser when the next reinforcements come." We're… scared for him that he's just getting worse out here and he'll get himself killed the next time the Separatists attack us.

"Another General will take him? And Scruffy? Thank you."

Brother, before you leave with Another General, we want you to take some of Our color. You may have been "unexpectedly" reassigned to another unit, but you'll always be one of Us.

Don't forget us, we won't forget you.

Carver and Cairn have a few little presents for you to remember us by. (A whittled nest of those endangered birds.) You take care of yourself, our painted Brother. Maybe your painted scuff marks will bring you good luck.

Maybe your brothers, Gunnar, Faro, Cryfar, Fluke, will bring you good luck. You, heh… kinda look like a paint canvas, now! All your batchmates scuffs glazed over in Our color. Your scuff on your chest plate is still naked, but that's okay. Maybe you can pick up the color of the unit of Another General and paint your scuff in that color, really make yourself look like a canvas.

…

What's that?

Oh.

(Oh, brother. Now? When he's about to leave with Another General?)

You kinda like that, eh?

Well…

"Canvas: it's very nice to meet you, brother."

Do you want to go, still, or do you… want to stay?

Will you stay? You know our brothers are going to want to celebrate you and your name. It'd break their damn hearts if you left now, Canvas. After all that's happened up to now, the experiences that shaped up to finding a Name for yourself and have marked your armor…

Of course, Canvas. You're welcome to stay with us longer. You're always going to be Our brother. I'll let the General know so they can let Another General know there's been a change of plans. They'll get it sorted out. Now, go grab Scruffy and let him know we'll need his skills with a brush. Need to add a little more paint to our Canvas.

Wouldn't ya think, brother?

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