#rexikin

"i'm gonna do all the lineart for my requests first and then color my favorites so i can get through them faster"

[clown shoes squeaking]

anyway i couldn't know peace until i colored this so we're just gonna color them now

· If you think Hawk and Odd Ball use every mildly acceptable opportunity to drag race, you’re absolutely right.  Most non-mandatory flight exercises are just an excuse to let them go at it.

 Helix and Kix have dart guns locked and loaded for any officer or Jedi avoiding sleep or medical. They’re fed up and they’ve got good aim.  Once the ‘hours without sleep’ clock hits 24, The Most Dangerous Game begins.

Fives and Ahsoka are loveable hellions and must be kept away from each other when not being supervised.  They’re too powerful alone together.

 Force help Lux Bonteri if the 501st ever found out he was playing flirt with their Commander Tano. The only men she needs in her life are her dads, grandmaster and limitless supply of older brothers/uncles. No Seppie is dating their ‘Soka.

 They are, however, very interested in updates on this Mon Calamari King that Ahsoka has become pen pals with.

 One of the most disturbing things these legions have witnessed was not an act of war, but a carnivorous 14 year old taking down a large ungulate on some remote planet and proceeding to tear into it raw…before asking if they’d wanted any.

 Tup was in fact not yet in the legion to witness that event and his brothers had the pleasure of watching him alone scream bloody murder at an equally bloody Ahsoka walking back into camp.

 If there is a clone pile to snuggle into, Ahsoka will be in the middle of it.  If there isn’t, she’s either sleeping on Anakin or Rex, or both.  

There’s a running bet between the 501st and 212th on who can get their COs together first. The 501st was dealt a heavy blow when General Kenobi called Commander Cody “dear” during a meeting, but this will not deter them!

 Their COs have been together in secret for months and just enjoy watching the men’s not-so-subtle antics.  They’ve agreed the next ‘leg-up’ will be Anakin holding on too long after helping Rex up, patting his shoulder and watching the boys silently lose their minds.

 Waxer, one of Ghost company’s best scouts, is great at hide-and-seek.  Obi-Wan took him to visit the temple creche on leave once, and the man had the time of his life hunting down kids and in turn hearing them get frustrated when they couldn’t find him until he let them.

 Longshot is the only one not allowed caf because it seriously screws with his aim.

 Fruit is a highly sought commodity when the men are planetside; when all your meals taste like a load of nothing with a hint of cardboard, fresh fruit is like candy.  Nevermind actual candy.  Fights have broken out over single pieces of candy going missing.

 Shaak Ti acts as a way for Ahsoka to have connection with their culture, and when the two go on field trips to Shili they take some men with them as a guard (read: they also get a cultural field trip); there’s a waiting list so everyone gets a turn.

 Anakin and Obi-Wan were able to land those little ice cream cups with the wooden spoons as a treat for their troops during a long campaign.  Hardcase had twelve and proceeded to have a sugar high that still gives Rex nightmares.  It lasted long enough that come time to move they just set him on the Separatist base they were to clear and he did most of the work while laughing like a maniac.  

 It’s not that Kix and Helix are bad patients, it’s that they don’t trust any of their squadmates to be medics.  They will patch themselves as best they can but anything beyond jamming a stim in their necks will be left until the other can arrive to their location.  Kix would rather nearly bleed out than trust Fives to put an IV in his arm; he will do it himself or wait for Helix.

 Someone once shaved half of Boil’s face but no one has been cruel enough to rat them out.

Wooley has a habit of collecting small soft things, whether or not he means to and whether or not the soft thing is an animal or an object.

Kix has a very pointed preference for breakfast food.

 Cody and Rex don’t have favorites—they don’t!  The love all their brothers in their own way.  One of those ways is in how Echo and Wooley have given them the least headaches. 

 Pictures are routinely taken (discreetly) for wedding albums, of Obi-Wan falling asleep on Cody’s shoulder and of Anakin and Rex co-parenting their disaster carnivore of a teenager.

 Anakin and Ahsoka have absolutely shown the men basic lightsaber forms, both to show off and in a worst case scenario if the men should need to use one.

57. “Is that my shirt?” From THIS LIST (Send me numbers and Characters!)

Captain Rex stood stoic outside General Skywalker’s quarters, fighting against the impulse to pace. Instead, he worried his lower lip between his teeth under the cover of his helmet, and wrung his hands together roughly where they were clasped behind his back. 

General Skywalker had been released back to his own quarters some time ago, his greater injuries already taken care of in the medical bay. As soon as he was stable, the healers moved him back to his own quarters to continue his recovery. The beds were needed for the other wounded. 

The Captain had thus taken it upon himself to watch over the General, and kept watchful guard outside his door. 

He chewed his lower lip again, shifting his body slightly so his chest shifted against the thin material of the shirt he’d worn underneath his blacks. It was uncomfortable against the skintight blacks, but he didn’t care. He needed it, needed to feel close to his General, now more than ever. 

He heard Anakin before he saw him, and immediately spun back towards the room as General Skywalker stumbled out of his rooms, his complexion pale and torso still wrapped in bandages. 

“Sir!” Rex protested, immediately going to his side. “Sir, you shouldn’t be walking. If you need something, just call for me, I’ll-.” 

“I needed you.” Anakin grumbled, clinging to the Captain. 

Oh. 

“Yes sir.” Rex answered quietly, helping Anakin hobble back to bed and eased him carefully between the sheets. 

“Take off your armor.” Anakin commanded weakly, one arm wrapping around his torso as pain spiked through him. “Wanna be close to you.” 

Rex did as he was told, breaking the seal of his helmet first, his concerned eyes raking over Anakin as he lay prostrate on the bed, the Jedi’s searching blue eyes looking right back at him. Rex removed his armor plates piece by piece, stacking them neatly at the foot of the bed, and Anakin cocked his head to the side inquisitively. 

“What’s wrong with your blacks?” He muttered drowsily, pointing to the center, above Rex’s chest, where the fabric was bunched up. Rex flushed slightly. 

“It’s… it’s nothing sir.” He muttered. 

“Take it off.” 

Reluctantly, Rex peeled off the top half of the blacks, letting the loose shirt billow out around his torso. Anakin narrowed his eyes. 

“Is that my shirt?” He asked. Rex blushed deeper. 

“Y-yes sir.” he admitted quietly. “I needed you near me, sir. I was - I didn’t think -.” He fumbled for the right words to express what he needed to say, and Anakin simply smirked up at him, shaking dusty blond curls out of his face. 

“Aw, Rex. You were worried about me.” 

Rex didn’t answer, just turned a slightly deeper shade of red, and Anakin laughed, a little hoarsely. 

MADDIE YOU’RE THE BEST i loved drawing this