I think it's almost more tragic than those who just thought it was a regular betrayal. Imagine knowing that the people you've fought alongside for years, the people who you've gone through trials and tribulations with, perhaps even the people you've thought of like a second family, and suddenly, all at once, feeling an inherent part of them just...die. Feeling their free-will be ripped out of them, and being unable to do anything about it.

(courtesy of my sibling) Hunter has a list of all the different dirts of different planets he's been to and he's rated each and every single one. Ex: Tatooine: no dirt, only sand. 0/10. Kashyyyk: very nice, many different kinds of dirt. Overall 8/10. He puts more detail into his descriptions but I'm too lazy to write all that.

Tup gets away with fucking everything. Those Tooka eyes are deadly.

Dogma can also do the Tooka eyes but chooses not too.

Hardcase gives the best massages. Sore neck? He'll fix it in no time. Sore back? He's got ya. Rex, Kix, and the mechanics love him.

Once, after a very long and already overstimulating day, Hardcase jokingly messed with one of Dogma's things and accidentally just, broke Dogma. He just started yelling at Hardcase, Which turned into him yelling at Fives, Which turned into him just kinda yelling at no one in particular about things that upset him. Yes there are videos of it, and yes it haunts him every single day of his existence.

Crosshair = Cat. He gravitates towards warm spaces, knocks things off of tables to make room for his own stuff, his eyes do that reflective thing in the dark. And more.

Jesse occasionally just, faints. Kix can't figure out what's wrong and he hates It.

Tup needs glasses but he goes with contacts because A, glasses break easily. And B, they can't fit underneath his bucket. Also he can't find a pair he likes.

Rex is all responsible and stuff when it comes to his legion. But the second he's with the command batch he suddenly has no survival instincts and becomes so chaotic he rivals Anakin. This disturbs everyone In the 501st. (Also, this only happens when at least three other members of the command batch are present.)

Dogma has a little emotional support plushie that's weighted. Shaak-ti gave it to him when he was a cadet and he can't sleep without it. (It's a BLÅHAJ. I'm not even gonna try and lie. It's a weighted space BLÅHAJ.)

Bly has an engagement ring picked out for Aayla but he keeps chickening out whenever he goes to propose. Aayla knows about the ring and all his attempts. Aayla acts oblivious.

I'm just gonna keep making more of these I don't care if you don't like em.

More heaconons ⬇️

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And now he stands in the apartment he was supposed to decorate, the one given to him by a Republic that had only recently decided the men who died for it, were men, that Kote was a man. A person. But Cody doesn't know what Kote liked. Cody never thought he would have to have an opinion on the texture of a couch or the color of his walls. But now Kote can.

His first thought was yellow. Yellow like his armour paint. Yellow like the 212th. Yellow like sunlight in fall. It's the only color paint he had ever used. In all his 13 years of life, he had only ever touched that warm yellow paint. Used it to cover up the cold impersonal white of his armour because it was the only available thing to make his armour his. The only thing that sapped away the serility of its mass-produced sheen. It didn't hide the blood any better than the white, but at least he knew who had made it and who didn't after battles. Yellow like the war. Yellow like dead brothers littered across a battlefield like flowers sprouting. Except all there was, was death. Death Cody ordered.

Kote blinked away from his thoughts, still staring at the beige walls. He tried not to let himself think about it all too much. It only made it harder to exist. But he did. And now he needed to choose a color for the living room. And his bedroom. And the kitchen. And the bathroom. All he could think about was the color yellow.

"I hate the color yellow..." he whispered to the empty apartment. He had never been allowed to hate anything. Not for real. Not in a way that he was allowed to change. The war didn't count. Nothing he chose then was his choice.

"I hate the color yellow," he said. His voice stuttered as he began to giggle. Cody never giggled. But Kote used to. Maybe he could again. His body certainly thought he could, as it began to shake.

"I hate the color yellow!" He shouted, the empty house filled with unrestrained giggling. No one answered, but they didn't have to. Kote hated the colour yellow, and he was allowed to go out and pick whatever color he wanted to paint his bare, soulless walls. He was allowed to shout about his opinion and make choices based on his opinions.

Because Kote was a person. And people got to choose.

-obi wan is notoriously bad at braiding hair. His fingers are too thick, so anakins Padawan braid is unusually scruffy.

-anakin is a food hoarder, claiming he isn’t hungry and then shoving whatever he can in his pockets. Nobody really says anything, apart from the occasional sharp look.

-also anakin doesn’t understand the concept of spitting chewing gum out, every piece gets swallowed. He was first given a piece by Quinlan vos, where he proceeded to eat them like candy. Obi wan didnt realise until he found the shredded wrappers.

-Obi wan has PRISTINE dental hygiene, and was mortified by anakins cavities. Immediately he implemented mouthwash, and dental floss.

-Anakin had never expirienced ketchup, and puts it on everything. Like it’s actually gross.

-obi wan obsessively vacuum cleans, and once accidentally caused a row by sucking up a couple of little metal parts Anakin was “using” (an unfinished project left on the floor for weeks)