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@glitchedtrooper
I Swear This Is An RP Blog: A Musical
Featuring such hits as
Maybe I’ll RP Today and its reprise No Wait Nevermind
What Was The Plot of This RP Again?
Fuck My Partner Deleted Their Blog
And the ever classic
I’m a Lazy Bastard
Starring everyone’s favourite
Nobody’s replied and its reprise Fuck everyone’s replied
IMPORTANT INFO:
All the clones are galactic treasures and deserve the universe and to be cherished. That is all.
Blood type: loyalty
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captainx7567:
“Just curious really, but we don’t have to talk about it” he said putting his hands up in defense.
Glitch fumbled, feeling like he’d insulted a commanding officer. “I, I just mean, would you like to explain that your name means you’re defective?” He coughed, fidgeting in place. “I’d rather just think that it’s a nice name, you know?”
i’m trying to write a funnier non angsty responses because I want to be a bit light hearted with this dude. He’s a fun character, yes he has his Drama but it’s not As Big as others because his approach to things is more positive most of the time
but damn, he’s not an idiot, he knows full well that his name is a reference to the fact they think he’s defective?? He carries that mentality around with him as his name, and he loves his name, but that’s A Lot? That ever present reminder that most of his brothers think he’s faulty. And while it makes him unique and he’s glad of that, and glad they gave him a name at all, it doesn’t remove that?
He typically doesn’t focus on that.instead trying to see the name as simply a part of his individuality, something to hold onto when he’s questioning what the shit being a clone means. Tries to look at it as a purely positive thing.
"You know I don't think the force works how you think it works..." This has to be the most curious and wonderful thing the blind woman's "seen" in quite some time.
The trooper looked up from the game, he’d been leaning heavily over his brother to point where they shout move next. Insisting he knew what they should do, that they should trust him, it felt like the right move, even saying he felt it in the force. The other trooper was ignoring him with practiced ease. The force wasn’t telling Glitch squat and Glitch had awful instincts and no skill at dejarik.
“It guides. It’s feelings and visions and I know, because it told me, he should move the rancor to-” Some cheering erupted behind him, by completely ignoring what Glitch said he’d won. He pointedly ignored that though. “Who are you to tell me how it works?”
captainx7567:
“Because it’s my name” he said giving him a disappointed look. Looking over the trooper he could tell he didn’t want to talk about it. “Is it that bad?” He asked raising a brow. “I kind of like it…”
"I like it too, I’ve had it since I was a cadet.” He was proud of that, it was a very early creation. “But why does it matter how I got it?”
firstfulcrum:
“I’m not a Jedi.” While particularly true in her case she doubted any Jedi would admit that in such a strange situation. To a clone no less. It’d be suicide. Still, the appearance of a saber hilt send a chill through her and didn’t inspire her to lower her blaster. “How’d you get that?”
It looked familiar, just as he had felt familiar. She’d seen both before if nothing else, but that hardly narrowed them down. Steadying her hand she closed her eyes, trusting her montrals to hear him move if he made an attempt to attack, she let herself reach in the force for him. If he had ill intent he masked it well.
Sighing sharply Ahsoka tucked her blaster away, a firm hand gripping the Clone’s collar and hoisting him to his feet as she walked them to a shadow. With his back pressed to the plating of the building, Ahsoka whispered her questions, their intimate position betraying the tired lines of her face. “Why did you shout my name in a busy street? Are you working for anyone?”
Ahsoka had killed clones before and could do so again, but she desperately hoped this man had no ill intent. She didn’t long for another scuffle.
Glitch tried to ignore the fear, knowing at any second she could pull the trigger, he had to be confident. Whatever happened he’d be okay, he usually was. He didn’t understand what she meant by not being a jedi, he knew they were wanted, hunted, but he’d called her by name. Why keep up that pretense?
“Rennax gave it to me, she - Hey!” He grunted and protested the move but didn’t struggle, caught off guard by the handling, managing to keep a firm hold on the saber. Not about to let it wind up forgotten or lost. It meant too much.
“I was surprised. I haven’t seen a Jedi in years, I thought you were all dead.” He wriggled a little, anxious twitching. “But I’m not working for anyone. Well, I’m working for the old woman who owns the bunk house. I clean rooms and help her deal with spacers who get too rowdy and don’t pay.”
Seeing a Jedi, despite his position, despite her frustration, it made him happy. If she was there, alive, threatening him sure but alive, then Padawan Omani could be. A smile crept over him, impossible to hide. “I’m really glad the rumors aren’t all true. That some of you are still out there.”
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captainx7567:
@glitchedtrooper liked for a starter.
“So they call you glitch, huh? Whys that?”
“Because it’s my name, why do they call you Rex?” Glitch knew what Rex meant, of course he did. But it wasn’t a nice nickname when he’d been given it so explaining its origins wasn’t something he was eager to do.
been having a not great time spoon-wise the last few days, generally only have the energy to watch friends for the 700th time or play stardew valley and then sleep
I have been trying to get to replies, but longer ones especially are just not working, please have some patience. This usually passes in a couple days.
that bit from high school musical 2 where Ryan’s reading the how to deal with your difficult sibling book
except it’s a clone trooper
attempting to make some icons while this frankly amazing stream goes on in the background
I have four replies to get to on Kanan and two over here so it is clearly the perfect time to make icons
How do you draw the troopers cause I do not think Im doing it right
firstfulcrum:
Glancing backward at the sound, thankfully as many did, Ahsoka was able to pretend to just be another confused citizen. That lie alone was enough to mask the spike of alarm that struck her. Stormtroopers could be dealt with, and while she had killed Clones before it wasn’t ideal. To see a familiar face die always hurt, and they were hell to beat back.
They’d been trained too well.
As soon as she’d turned away Ahsoka darted for an alleyway, waiting just long enough to be out of sight before breaking into a full sprint. Her heart seemed to throb in her montrals and she felt the sickly familiar feeling of being prey rather than the predator and it was a sensation she hated more than most.
The sprint only bought her a few moments before she could hear the heavy footfalls of another following her down the narrow passageway. They were alone, thankfully, and as the path started to narrow Ahsoka made the choice to turn and stand her ground. Hips and shoulders squared, with a stolen imperial blaster in hand, Ahsoka leveled it at the running clone. “Stop! I’m not afraid to shoot.”
It was her! That momentary rise of familiarity and comfort burst as she turned and ran. He stood dumbfounded for a second before giving chase. His heavy pack bounced and rattled loudly. The weight of it slapping against his back as he stopped to look around.
Right. She went right. Or, maybe not. No. He’d learnt not to second guess. Even if his instincts led him into disaster he was going to listen to them, so he set back off, just catching sight of her running away down an alley.
“Commander, please, I think there’s a reason I ran into you!”
Skidding to a stop as she turned on him, momentum crashing and barely keeping his balance with the sudden change. His boots kicked up dust and pack fell halfway down his arms. Glitch fumbled at his waist for a blaster he didn’t carry, that he hadn’t carried in years and only missed on the rare occasion someone else raised one at him. Carrying one felt like asking for trouble from a universe that already had it out for him.
“Okay, I don’t need the part that bad.” Hands shot up in surrender, wide confused eyes stared at her, glancing to the blaster a moment later, could he dodge if she fired or get the blaster from her if he lunged? What was his best choice? Talk. If he didn’t want to fight, he had to talk.
“I want to repair something for my friend.” Slowly he ducked down, letting his bag drop to the ground at his feet and began to dig through it. He knew it was a bad position to be in, a nice clear headshot, but tried very hard not to think of it that way. A moment later he pulled out the broken saber hilt, not looking up as he spoke. “I don’t know if I can, maybe a Jedi needs to, and maybe that’s why I ran into you?”
PSA: I don’t care if it takes you two days or two months to reply to something… I understand that life outside of Tumblr can get hectic sometimes, and I understand that you need to put real life issues first.
Take as long as you need. And never feel bad about having to drop something with me, if you need to. Its okay. I will always understand!
80s tv shows do not make for the best icons, at least not when im the one trying to make them
