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[touchstarvedasclones]

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Main blog is @sweetmugofcocoa (matches my ao3 account name). Another side blog is @fanficfest but I have been slowly not posting on there, as it is easier to reach the same Star Wars mutuals for both fanfic and non-fanfic posts if I just post them all to the same blog. Who knew?

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[wwapich]

Imagine Din Djarin, but his helmet is a just a huge jar that Grogu painted 😆

I couldn't figure out how to draw a jar on someone's head so here, have a bucket

the artist

[eggdrawsthings]

we were talking on twitter about how Grogu would make one for Fennec too and she reluctantly join the bucket gang UvU

[sev-says-so]

Had the opportunity to show my sister The Phantom Menace

It was far harder to convince her without Luke to dangle as bait but it was a good time. Maybe I’ll be able to convince her to watch clone wars too!

Her take:

- why is C-3PO Silver??

- OBIWANS PONYTAIL (proceeds to die of laughter)

- why isn’t the gas’s leaving the room bruh

- the lightsaber battles are actually cool!

- GODDAMN (quigon melted the door)

- WHAT WAS THAT (this is her first time seeing the force propped Lily used to throw a droideka)

- the prosthetics for aliens are cool but mouths not matching words bothers the hell out of her

- “Padme is so smart.. except for their taste in men..”

- “…JarJar..?” (=_=)

- WHY IS HE JAMAICAN??????

- OBIWANS PONYTAIL- ITS SO UGLYYYY

- “is jar jar a Jedi??????”

- “is Darth jar jar real?????”

- “he isn’t? I thought he was! Like an undercover Sith or whatever”

- “I’ve seen so many memes about it though. What are the jar jar binks apologists apologizing for then?? What did he do??”

- “BIG DOODOO” XD

- *points at quigon Jin in the gungan city* “WAIT THATS QUIGON JIN???? I thought he was bal-“ SHE THOUGHT MACE WINDU WAS QUIGON.

- “who’s queen amidala” “is Padme not her real name”

- bro is so nonchalant (about quigon)

- WHAT IN THE BACKROOMS (about the cgi Naboo landscape)

- Naboo is so pretty omg “it’s like a mix of turkey and Venice” “it’s actually mostly Spain” “oh”

- “Senator Palpatine??” SENATOR???? P A L P A T I N E ? ? ?”

- “why would Palpatine want to make the world so sad?” “Because he’s evil” “TSIPMO”

- “the ship is so pretty!!!” “Naboo is a pretty place” “except fOR ThE bACkrOOms!!”

- “erm that’s an R2 UNIT!” (Me trolling her) “actually that’s a ln astromech” (her) “FUCK”

- the hutts? …Jabba?

- “wait queen amidala isn’t Padme???? Is her handmade also named Padme??” (She is fighting for her life here. The confusion is palpable)

- “they sound like sims characters” she said about Huttesse

- jar jar has gone from amusing to very annoying real quick

- is that auntie beru? She asks about shmi

- is that C-3PO????? Why is he like that???

- after the discovery of slave chips, current theory: chip will be ripped out of Anikin via force

- after the discovery of Anikin’s midichlorian count we proceeded down a lengthy rabbit hole of all major Jedi’s midichlorian count and palpatines backstory

- very much approves the subtle force cheating of quigon

- lowkey hopes Sebulba kills Anikin. For the greater good of course

- severely disappointed in the levels of cheating involved

- severely disappointed by the lack of gruesome five murders via tiny Anikin

- confused at lack of second blade on mauls saber

- absolutely shocked at Senator Palpatine not being a melted piece of flesh like in the ogt

- amused by Windu’s chronic disappointment

- Palpatine is a master manipulator indeed

- watching Palpatine politic and come into power is maddening.

- everyone should always listen to Windu

- absolutely flabbergasted by Padme is the queen reveal

- horrified by jar jar climbing rank

- liminal space Naboo does not go hard

- quigon ordered Anikin to stay in hiding. “I have a feeling that won’t last”

- why is Maul kinda…

- well… he did stay in the cockpit

- Padme marrying Anikin is kinda creepy

- jar jars pontoons victories are infuriating

- amused by quigons lil roll (I had to explain the wound cauterizing)

- obiwan hanging off shaft, immediately starts shit talking the poor guy

- “is green the color of Jedi masters or something?” Que me launching into kyber color meaning

- good movie but no Luke so not great :/

- misses luke greatly

- no “eye candy”

- Anikin did bring balance to the force… from a certain point of view that is

- overall rating is “not enough Luke Skywalker”

[chiliger]

See what Fox doesn’t remember is that it was his idea.

[zonkedorchid]

His Favorite General ~ Chapter 1

Description: After a deadly blow to your squad, you join Master Plo temporarily. You and 104th Commander don't see eye to eye on anything, but you can't help the feelings that grow for the grouchy clone. One sided enemies to lovers, you could say. Jedi!reader. AFAB. Some OC's. Eventual smut.

Words: 3.2K

Warnings: violence, blood & death

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This mission was supposed to be easy, you thought as you laid on the ground feeling the desert sand against your face. You heard some muffled screaming, but the ringing in your ears was too loud to make out what was being said. You push yourself up and turn around to see a figure illuminated with a red glow.

You were sent to Jakku by the Jedi Order to talk to a man claiming to have files belonging to the Separatists. Neither the man nor the information he gave seemed reliable, but the Republic was grasping at straws. The war between the Separatists and the Republic has been raging on for a year, and it seems the tides were in favor for the Separatists recently. After many lost battles, allies of the Republic started to grow weary – some even jumping ship to join the Separatists. So while the Council thought that this man would surely be a waste of time, they did not have much of a choice. 

You had only graduated from a padawan to a jedi knight a few months before the war had become official. You felt it was a bit rushed, but the unexpected departure of your Master, Master Dautha, had pushed the trials to an earlier date. You excelled in every trial, but you wish your Master would’ve been there to see. You never got the full story from anyone; some said that your Master left on her own terms, while others said she was forced out of the Order. You always went with the previous reason, but it still hurt that you never got to say goodbye. The Jedi Council had great faith in your abilities, but you were still inexperienced. So as a young jedi knight, you were put in charge of a small squad of troops rather than a battalion like some other jedi, yet you were still granted the title of “General”. 

Your small squad consisting of five other clone troopers created a closeness similar to a family. Jedi were always warned about forming attachments, but you know the truth is that caring for someone will inevitably lead to an attachment; however, it is the ability to let go that is important. At least that is what your Master had told you. Your Master was always lenient when it came to topics like attachment; after all, it was an open secret how many Jedis were hiding their “secret” families, and you suspected that she had a lover of her own. You would never know though.

Since your squad was small, but effective, most of the time you were sent out on special missions rather than fighting on the front lines. While you did not think much of this mission, you thought it would be a break from all the tougher missions recently. 

Easy, you thought. Find the man, pay him, bring the files to the Council. Maybe a little trouble, but nothing a blaster can’t fix. 

You looked to your left to find four of the clones asleep in the seats on the ship. However, the newest addition, Taps, was bent forward in his seat, staring at the ground. 

“You okay?” you asked softly not to wake anyone.

His helmet shot up, and he adjusted himself in the seat to an upright position. “Yes, General”, you hear.

“Taps, how many times have I told you not to call me that? It makes me feel old. Call me by my actual name please,” you teased. You pointed your finger at him while adding, “and that is an order as your General.”

Taps let out a sigh and started tapping his foot…demonstrating how he got his nickname. “Sorry, I guess I’m still new to the no formalities. It goes against what we were taught in training,” he said nervously.

“Well if you haven’t noticed by now, a lot of the things we do are against protocol. Not calling me ‘General’ is the least of your worries,” you stated. “I know you are still new, but just try to relax right now. This mission is just a file retrieval, so not much to fret about theoretically. Plus, there aren’t many times you get a break on this team,” you said trying to soothe him. The foot tapping continued, so you knew he didn’t take a word of your advice.

“As you wish,” he said, adding your name to the end. A small smile crept on your face knowing that at least one thing got through to him.

As you landed on Jakku, Crypt was the first of the clones to wake. He was your commander who had been by your side since day one. While it took some time for him to get over your unconventional ways of going about a mission… a.k.a. tactics that were a bit more aggressive than what was expected of Jedi… and sometimes breaking protocol…he chose to stay, even when promotions were offered. He admired that you take his opinions into consideration, as many other clones — Commanders or not — were not taken as seriously as the Jedi. While you both knew of your superior ranking, he couldn’t help but think of you as his little sister that he had grown fiercely protective over. 

As you pulled out the coordinates for the meeting location, Crypt woke up the other three clones, while Taps was already up asking you menial questions about the planet. 

“Five more minutes,” Crimson groaned. His name not at all fitting with the colors of their armor, which were a dark forest green to match with your green apparel under your black Jedi robes. 

“Oh just get up already,” huffed Griz. He took that moment to knock loudly on the side of Crimson’s helmet, which Crimson immediately responded by pushing his brother away. Crimson got up to lay his hands on Griz before Zeta got between the two.

“Would you two knock it off already? The one mission we don’t have to fight, and you two seem to think you have to make up for it,” Zeta said exasperatedly. 

“Sorry Zeta,” Crimson and Griz apologized in unison. They both held too much respect for the older clone to keep up their petty bickering. 

“Thank you Zeta,” you chuckled, “ now if everyone is done, then I’ll give another quick brief before we head off the ship.”

You looked around and heard no protest from any of the men. “Okay,” you continued, “we have about one hour before we have to meet at the location. I would like to get out there early for a scope… I don’t want any surprises. When the time comes, I want Crypt and Griz to come in with me. Zeta, you stand on guard, while Crimson and Taps hit the roofs. This man said that the Separatists know nothing, but, like I said, no chances.” 

You looked around again to the collective nodding. You added, “Once we know that the files are valid and useful, then I’ll send him the credits. Hopefully, there’s no surprises and we come back with something that can change the tide of this war. Does that sound good?”

You heard a collective yes from the men. “Alright, let’s get going then,” you said with an encouraging smile.

It had turned into a disaster so fast, you hadn’t even had time to process what hit you. 

You arrived close to where the location was, then you had your men spread out before approaching any closer. If the man was watching, you didn’t want him to freak out about the numbers you brought. Bringing two troopers in with you was already pushing it, so you made sure to have everyone disperse besides Crypt and Griz. 

As you three walked to the building, you hadn’t felt anything yet. Your Master had taught you to always be aware of your surroundings with and without the Force. There are many things you can pick up with just your eyes, but the Force will show you things that can’t be seen. You hadn’t expected anything out of the ordinary for this exchange, so you weren’t relying too much on your senses regarding the Force.

You asked into your comm link, “is everyone where they need to be?”

You got back all affirmative answers, so you nodded to Crypt and Griz in a “lets go” gesture. 

As you approached the vacant looking building, you suddenly felt it. A cold surrounded your back as goosebumps covered your entire body. You froze in your tracks trying to understand what you felt. 

You’ve never felt a chill like this. Whenever you felt a negative shift in the Force, usually regarding a tragic event, you felt the grief, confusion, anger or whatever signature it may be. Yet, this was not an emotion. It was stronger, like the feeling of a presence. You could feel people’s signatures if you wanted to tune into someone, but you mainly kept that blocked off due to how overwhelming it could be at times. This was a time where you thought you had been closed off, but this signature overpowered your control. You had never felt anything like this.

Still frozen in the same spot, you looked around trying to sense where it was coming from, but you felt like you were drowning in this feeling. You heard your name called, and you turned your head back to Crypt and Griz standing a couple feet in front of you. 

“Are you okay?” asked Crypt. 

You stared at them for a couple seconds because you didn’t know what to say. You opened your mouth to voice your hesitations before it all went black.

You felt your head pounding as you opened your eyes. You immediately felt something was wrong, but you were still trying to get a bearing of your surroundings. You felt your face laying on the dirty desert sand, and suddenly it hit you where you were. The building you were standing in front of was now half gone. You were still dazed but quickly remembered who you were with.

“CRYPT! GRIZ!” You called out hoarsely into the smoke. 

It was a trap. What the hell happened? Was that a bomb? Where is everyone? Your mind was racing a million times a minute as you regained your memory. Suddenly you saw it. A body 20 yards away dressed in green armor.

You rushed over and a sense of dread consumed you. You see the visor on the helmet that indicated a Commander. You fell to your knees and put your hands on his chest to shake him. 

“CRYPT! CRYPT! Wake up! We’re being attacked and we need to go now!” You gruffly ordered, your senses too haywire to think that you probably shouldn’t be loud.

When you got no response, you tried again – then your breath caught in your throat. You laid your hands on him and felt for him, for a signature, for anything. 

Nothing.

You stared at him. 

This isn’t right. He’s not dead. Don’t even think that. You need to get him back to the ship, you said to yourself. 

Getting up to prepare to carry him, you lifted your head and saw your other trooper ten yards away. 

“GRIZ!” You called. “We need to get Crypt to the ship right now! He’s seriously hurt!”

You stared over at him as you hovered over Crypt’s body. When no response came, you felt the dread wash over you again. 

“GRIZ!” You yelled running over to him. He’s slumped against the wall of a building, making it look like he’s sitting up. You put your hands on his shoulders to shake him, and again you felt it — well, it was what you didn’t exactly feel. Nothing. 

No no no no no, you repeated over in your head. 

Kriff, where are the others? We need to get them out of here, you think. You reached down to the comm link on your wrist, but it was broken. Your breath became ragged and you panickedly looked around for anyone. 

That’s when you saw it. Or them. A figure stood in the cloud of dust still swirling around. A red glow bounced off them with a familiar hum. 

You stared stunned at what you were seeing. 

This has to be a really bad dream, you said to yourself in your head.

“This is no dream,” a serpent-like voice filled the air, “You’re too late Jedi. You failed.”

You couldn’t think. You couldn’t hear any thoughts in your head. You were frozen in every sense.

“I was thinking I would get to kill some boring Republic officials, but I was in for a treat when I saw a Jedi with her clones,” the cold voice continued, “I simply came here for the files, bringing back the lightsaber of a Jedi will be a bonus.”

You slowly stood. You felt your heart racing, and your mind was still blank. 

Focus, you finally thought.

“Who are you?” you shakily called out.

“A name won’t be useful since you won’t be leaving alive,” and as that is uttered, the figure started charging towards you.

You pulled out your lightsaber just in time as the figure flies through the air. As they came down, its lightsaber clashed with yours. You took in the creature before you. An inhuman face. The head was ovular shaped and came to a sharp point. With no hair, you saw the slime covering the entirety of its head. Its teeth were sharp as it gritted down. When you looked up into its eyes, you felt a sense of fear you had never felt before. You felt that cold again. It was evil.

You felt your knees slightly weaken, which gave the creature the chance to push you down. It raised its lightsaber again over its head to deliver another blow. On one knee, you prepared yourself for the hit. In between the blows the creature gave, you were able to get back up to your stance to start deflecting. One hard blow sent you back a couple feet where you caught another glimpse of Crypt’s body.

You need to get them back to the ship, you thought. 

“Don’t bother. They’re already dead,” a voice interrupted your thoughts. Your eyes snapped back to the creature.

“They’re dead. Along with the one trailing behind you,” they darkly chuckled. Confusion set in for a moment before…

Zeta!

“Hmm was that his name?” The creature taunted. “I still have yet to meet the other two, but I’m sure I’ll find them once I’m finished with you,” and with that, the creature lunged forwards. 

You deflected a fury of strikes. You couldn’t think straight. Your troopers. This creature. It caused you to lose hold of your lightsaber on a particular hard hit. It fell to the ground. As the creature stalked towards you, you felt helpless. 

You’re a Jedi, you’re not supposed to be helpless, you frantically scold yourself.

“Of course you’re helpless. Jedi are weak,” sneered the creature.

“Stay out of my head!” You yelled, finally finding some words.

“You Jedi think you can protect the weak when you yourselves are weak. You Jedi refuse to see you won’t win this war. I will show everyone just how weak you are. People seeing their heroes fall… something only necessary.”

“Necessary for what?” you cut off the creature, finally gaining some composure. 

The creature's forehead wrinkled, as if quirking a nonexistent eyebrow. “The rise of the darkside,” the creature states matter of factly. 

You felt your heart stop for a second. You’ve heard whispers of a disturbance in the force. One that comes not from conflict of war, but from the presence of true evil. Mumbles around the Jedi Temple about creatures from the darkside coming out of extinction. You had heard of the Sith from tales of other Jedi in battle, but you never thought you would come face to face with one. 

“We never were extinct, only waiting for the time to come, which seems to be now,” the slithery voice broke your thoughts.

“Dude, seriously, get out of my head,” you sarcastically returned. 

Well at least if I get taken out, it’s by a Sith and not some lame-ass battle droid, you huffed to yourself. All of a sudden, shots started firing over your head. You and the creature dove for cover, and you hear your name being called out.

“CRIMSON!” You yelled. “Get out of here! Take the ship and return to Coruscant!”

“No can do,” he returned, “We’re not leaving without you.”

That’s when a second round of shots from the opposite direction rang out.

Taps! They’re still alive, you soothed yourself. WIth the distraction taken off you, you felt for your lightsaber through the force. Your eyes couldn’t see it through the unsettled dust. Sticking your hand out just in time for the metal handle to connect with your palm, you breathed again.

The creature, now angered, was deflecting the blaster shots from Taps and Crimson. One deflected shot shoots straight back at Crimson and hit him in the stomach.

“Kriff!” he cried out.

“Crimson!” You screamed. You lunged at the creature with anger. This time you were on the offense, which caught the creature off guard. Your lightsabers connected in a viscous duel.

“Anger is not the Jedi way, but it makes you so much more powerful,” the creature directed at you. You gritted your teeth and sent more rage-filled blows, then you felt a pain like no other.

A burning sensation on the side of your stomach. The creature had landed a blow. Your breath became ragged as the pain started spreading. With your adrenaline still pumping, you got back into your fighting stance.

Seeing in your peripheral vision that Taps was at the side of Crimson, you yelled into the air, not daring to turn away from the creature, “Taps! Help Crimson get back to the ship!”

Crimson’s voice called out, “with all due respect, we’re not leaving you.”

“I am your General, and you will follow my orders, troopers. Get back to the ship now!” You seethed. Pain was still shooting up from your side, getting progressively worse.

“I would listen to your General if I were you,” tagged on the creature.

“That’s the thing, we never listen to orders,” you heard Crimson snarkily reply as another round of blaster shots started flying in the direction of the creature. You took this as a chance to run, but the creature deflected a shot right into your back. You fell to the ground in pain.

You took a deep unsteady breath and felt around. You saw your hands covered in blood, but you couldn’t find where it was coming from. Your vision started getting blurry.

“You need to get the General and get out of here!” demanded a voice in the background. You couldn’t tell what was happening because you were too focused on your blood. Your vision started going black when you felt arms wrap around you.

You were hauled over Taps’ shoulder before he started running. You looked up to see Crimson levitating in the air holding his neck. The creature’s arm held out, while it slowly stalked toward Crimson. You faintly see the action of its lightsaber being plunged into Crimson before his body fell to the ground. A painful pang in your heart occurred — more painful than your physical injuries – before you blacked out.

[yoitsjay]

Hey! Saw you were taking requests, and I wanted to drop some inspiration. I love both Commander Wolffe and Fox, so I would be thrilled with either. For the plot, I'm always a sucker for hurt/comfort/ romance fic. I'm thinking maybe our clone commander's significant other stumbles across evidence of Palpatine's involvement in the war and his plans for order 66. This obviously makes significant other a target, and ultimately has to be saved by their commander and squad. Maybe significant other is hurt somewhere along the way. Up to you. Everyone lives, except Palps, and the galaxy is saved. I live for happy endings haha 😄 💓. I'm so cliché I know, I've accepted it at this point haha 😄 😅 😆 If it's not your style feel free to ignore, no worries. 👍

I honesty have tried to write this fic like 10 times but nothing stuck for me so I'm just writing headcannons for both men and their reactions instead. Sorry this took so long!

Everyone lives yippee! Headcannons

Characters: Commander Wolffe and Commander fox x gn reader

Summary: palps dies, everyone lives, YIPPEE

Commander Wolffe:

You had found out about the clone inhibitor chips, and evidence of Palpatine being a sith lord before fives had also found out about the chips. You and him worked together to bring this to the senate and to make sure people believed you.

You were a senator so you had a bit more sway in your words. But of course Palpatine found out that you had the dirt on him so he sent people to try and execute you.

What he didn't count on was for the wolfpack, more specifically Commander Wolffe to have your back.

You survived mang assassination attemps until you had finally brought your evidence to the senate. Which ended up in palpatines execution by the jedi, which then also ended the war. The inhibitor chips were removed from every clone, and because of you they were allowed to live their own lives, whether that meant staying soldiers, or moving away from Coruscant to start families.

You and Wolffe decided to start your own little family, much to your joy.

Though you knew Wolffe was stress TF out when Palpatine was trying to kill you, pushing you out of the way of sniper shots nearly every day took a toll on the man.

Though at the end you held him close. He would always have you, no matter what.

You made sure he believed it too.

Commander Fox:

Finding evidence that Palpatine was an evil person, especially when Fox was your boyfriend?

Yeah both your lives were at risk

You knee Fox would always protect you, he loved you even though he couldn't always show it because of palpatine

Though as soon as you found out that Palpatine was a sith lord, Fox basically commanded his whole guard to refuse any orders from Palpatine and just straight up protect you because in that time you were most literaly the most important person on Coruscant.

Eventually you brought your evidence to the jedi council and the senate, and they voted for palpatines execution.

Poor bb fox

He was also stressed tf out trying to protect you all the time and himself on top of it.

After that whole ordeal you and Fox left the republic all together, went back to your home planet and settled down, now that you were allowed too anyway.

You held Fox for as long as he needed, reassured him for days that Palpatine was dead, and that he wouldn't hurt Fox, you, or any of his brothers ever again

Eventually he believed you. ♡

Fuck you Palpatine 😒

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[verybadatwriting]

I daydream about this a lot. How I'd convince the Senate and the Jedi Council that Palpatine is Evil (with a capital e).

[zonkedorchid]

Off limits ~ Commander Wolffe x reader

Description: Wolffe expressing his feelings??? Medic!Reader. Gender neutral.

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: fluff, heated kiss, literally one suggestive line at the end but open to interpretation, mutual pining

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You let out a quiet sigh as you hear the giggles from your coworker next to you. She’s currently patching up some trooper while blushing from the compliments he’s giving her. It’s just generic lines complimenting her looks, her laugh, and whatnot. You hear this plenty in the clinic because it’s one of the few times these men see people who aren’t them, so they definitely take advantage of it. You hear it quite often, but it’s never directed at you.

It confuses you. You didn’t think you were unattractive, even if you were, that never seemed to be an issue with the men. They’ll flirt with the supplies cart if they’re hopped up on enough painkillers, yet, not a single peep has been said in your direction.

It’s stupid really – thinking about how no one has flirted with you in all your time in the GAR. However, overtime the thought became a sore spot. It’s not a crime to want to be called pretty or want to hear those cute Mando’a pet names directed at you. It doesn’t help that it seems everyone but you gets some type of attention. You always push this thought back because there are definitely many more important things at hand… like the war, for example. Sure your self-esteem may take a little hit, but you would never let that get in the way of your duty.

Plus, if you were to get a compliment, you wouldn’t necessarily want it to come from a random person. You would appreciate it, but you can’t help but crave the attention of a certain broody Commander. 

Commander Wolffe… he seems to take up quite a bit of your thoughts. At first, he was intimidating. You felt like he was scrutinizing everything you were doing under that hard gaze of his. Whenever you had to ask him a question or make a comment, he would only respond with a grunt or a sassy roll of his eyes. You never took it to heart because he was like that with everyone. You guess your patience finally wore him down because eventually he started giving you one word answers… then a full sentence… and now you have conversations with him. They’re still short conversations, but you cherish his words. 

Last week you even managed to get the smallest smile out of him. It was a quick upturn of his lips, and you would’ve missed it if you hadn’t been staring so hard at his devastatingly handsome face. You find yourself smiling at the thought of his smile, and you quickly return your face back to a neutral look. You think if anyone saw you smiling to yourself that they’d think you’re weird. 

As if on cue, you hear the familiar swish of the Commander’s kama come from behind you. You glance up at the clock to see it’s five minutes before your shift ends.

“You’re early,” you comment to the man you have yet to look at. You’re not surprised when all you get in return is low hum. It’s become a habit this past week for Wolffe to walk you back to your quarters after your shift. He never explained his reasoning for it, but your heart flutters at the action every time. You know how busy he is, so you really appreciate him doing this. You even made a comment about he should get some rest instead of worrying about a medic making their way back to their quarters and all he did was shrug. You wish it means something more than a friendly gesture, but he has never indicated any interest in you otherwise. And you would never even think about making a move on the Commander, especially since you’re pretty sure he wouldn’t want that. That’s one quick way to get transferred.

You start putting away all the sterile tools and clock out of your shift, all while Wolffe silently watches. It’s not uncomfortable, but his attention can make you flustered. You turn to say goodbye to your coworker, but she’s still caught up with the trooper from earlier. You feel your heart clench at the sight and look to Wolffe to let him know you’re ready to go.

Your walk is quiet. Usually, you’d fill the silence with stories of your day and Wolffe would make a few comments here or there to let you know he was listening, but today, you’re quiet. Your thoughts are going back to the whole dumb flirting dilemma.

“You’re quiet,” Wolffe states, but the tone is slightly questioning.

“Just a long day,” you respond noncommittally. You turn to see a skeptical eyebrow raised on his face, clearly not believing your answer. You should’ve known Wolffe would see right through you – he’s very good at reading people, even if he is socially awkward. 

“Wolffe, it’s nothing,” you huff out. With that, he comes to a stop and hits his signature sassy pose with his hand on his hip. He’s staring at you expectantly. You know he would never push you to share anything. Kriff, you don’t even know if this is something you’d want to tell him.

How do you tell the man you’re unrequitedly crushing on that no one flirts with you? That sounds pathetic. You take a deep breath and look down at the floor while you start to fidget with your hands. You see his feet come into view, and you look up to find him very close. Your heart starts beating faster at the proximity, while you take in all the handsome features of his face.

Surprisingly, he breaks the silence, “You don’t have to tell me anything, but I don’t like seeing you upset.” You feel your face heat up at his words. You were electing not to tell him, but the words escape you.

“It’s stupid,” you say quietly. 

Wolffe stares at you for a few long seconds before answering, “Maybe, but it’s upsetting you.”

“It’s embarrassing,” you huff out, even quieter. Wolffe looks up and around the hallways before grabbing your hand and walking in a direction away from your quarters. A tingling sensation fills your body at the feeling of his large, warm gloved hand enveloping yours. You don’t even realize where you’re at – too focused on his hand – until you hear a door open. 

He pulls you inside the dark room, finally letting go of your hand to walk over to a small dresser with a lamp on it. He flicks it on, revealing where you are. It’s a very small room. In the corner, next to the small dresser is a neatly made up cot. There’s what seems like a foot or two of space in between the cot and a small neat desk that’s pushed up on the opposite wall. You’re standing in someone’s quarters.

Kriff, you’re standing in Wolffe’s quarters…

You tense up at the realization, which of course Wolffe sees.

“I wanted to take you somewhere private in case you wanted to talk,” he explains.

It makes sense. Your quarters are shared with other medics, and there’s not many places on the ship that are empty. You give him a nod before taking a deep breath to calm your nerves. You look around again; this time taking in the details, you notice the only personal item is a small framed picture on his desk. You walk closer to inspect it. You bend down to get a closer look, not wanting to touch anything. It’s a picture of him, Cody and Rex. They look younger, no scuffs on their armor, and all with smiles on their faces. 

You look closer at Wolffe and it subconsciously brings a smile to your face to see him so carefree. You hear a creak from the cot behind you and find Wolffe now sitting. He’s looking at you with a look you haven’t seen before. It’s soft. Almost vulnerable. 

He pats the space beside him, signaling you to sit down, which you do.

“I really appreciate you bringing me here, Wolffe, but I feel like I’m wasting your time,” you try to deflect.

“You’re not,” he says quickly. He isn’t pushing you, but he’s not making this easy either. You let out an exasperated sigh.

“It’s just — ugh it’s so stupid,” you hide your face in your hands. You feel his hands come around your wrists, gently pulling them away from your face. You look up at him, and that soft look is still on his face. He slides his hands from your wrists to your hands, until he’s holding both of them. You feel like you can’t hear anything over the pounding of your heart. He waits for you to continue.

“I just… sometimes when one of your men is in the clinic, they flirt,” you say hesitantly. Wolffe opens his mouth to say something, before you quickly interrupt, “The flirting isn’t the problem… it seems like everyone gets flirted with except for me.”

Wolffe interrupts you this time, “You’re upset because no one is flirting with you?” The look on his face isn’t helping. Most people would think he’s glaring, but to you, he looks genuinely puzzled.

“Well, not exactly. I don’t really want people to flirt with me, but sometimes… I don’t know… I just want someone to compliment me and call me pretty. Wolffe, I told you it was stupid,” you start getting defensive. He’s staring at you with scrunched eyebrows. His silence is deafening and now you feel stupid for even telling him. You’re literally complaining to a GAR commander about not being called pretty.

You try to withdraw your hands, but he tightens his hold. 

“I’m not good with words,” he finally says. You don’t know what you were expecting him to say – maybe scoff at you and kick you out of his quarters – but not that. You’re confused, but you wait for him to continue.

“The men know not to flirt with you because…” Wolffe lets out a nervous breath of air. You’ve never seen Wolffe like this.

“I have feelings for you,” he says, looking slightly pained at having to express his feelings. 

You’re justifiably shocked, so all you get out is a whispered “Wolffe…”

“You are very beautiful. The most beautiful thing I’ll ever get to see in my life, and I was selfish. I didn’t want anyone flirting with you,” he continues.

You let out a nervous chuckle before you say, “I’m glad you were selfish. I didn’t want to say anything earlier because I honestly didn’t think you liked me like that, but I was always hoping you would be the one to compliment me.”

Just like that, a huge grin breaks out onto Wolffe’s face. It rivals the one who saw in the photo earlier, and you feel your heart nearly burst at the sight. He has such a beautiful smile.

“You want compliments, mesh’la? I can do that,” he teases. You feel your breath catch in your throat at the name. 

“Wolffe…” you playfully whine. 

“You are so smart, brave and kind. You manage to impress me everyday. I can’t think straight whenever we’re in the same room. All the other guys are so jealous because I’m the one who has the attention of the prett–”

You silence him with a kiss. You don’t know when you decided to kiss him and almost pull away until you feel Wolffe’s big armored arms wrap around you. The kiss starts off sweet, but quickly turns passionate. It’s not messy or fast, just you two pouring your emotions into each other. You break away when you run out of air, but you press your forehead to his as you try to get your breathing under control. You also realize that you somehow made it into Wolffe’s lap.

“You talk a lot,” you tease.

“Never gotten that before, must be something about you,” he smirks.

You giggle at his comment and bury your face into his neck. You feel him place a kiss on top of your head, which prompts you to place a kiss on his neck. He groans at the feeling before pulling away to look at you with a playful glare.

“I should get back before it’s too late. I don’t know what I’d say if someone caught me leaving the Commander’s room this late,” you chuckle.

Wolffe shrugs, “Doesn’t matter, everyone knows you’re mine.”

“Wolffe!” you slap his chest plate. He grins before pulling you back in, “If anyone wants to say something, they can take it up with me.”

You smile at him, lifting your hand up to his face to trace over his features. He allows you a few delicate moments before kissing you again.

You didn’t make it back to your room that night.

[tanobatcher]

how clone characters tell you that you're pretty (my headcanons) a/n: ugh i love my soft silly stupid boys do u guys just get cuteness aggression when you watch tcw and tbb bc i def do agghh <33

fem reader warnings: none

hunter doesn't draw much attention to his compliments. he prefers to murmur them in passing, between kisses as he tucks your hair behind your ear and sighs, "you're so beautiful," before closing the distance between your lips again. he brings his mouth close to your ear from behind you when you're out together, his sharp gaze noticing everyone who's staring at you. "looks like you've got quite the fan club."

tech can keep a lot of his thoughts about you to himself, but he can't and won't tell a lie. he's mesmerized as you ask him, "how do i look?" and the silence worries you at first until he blinks and clears his throat, swiftly crossing the room to adjust some stray hairs or wrinkled fabric. he leans down and kisses your shoulder, murmuring, "stunning as ever" in a tone that indicates he's not surprised, not one bit.

wrecker is loud and proud about how beautiful you are until he's saying it to your face, suddenly a bit shy as the sight of you flusters him. there's something about such a big and strong man like him getting all nervous in front of you, but that's the effect you have on him, and he rubs the back of his neck, chuckling, "wow, look at you..." trailing off like he's at a loss for words. "think you're too pretty for me..."

crosshair observes everything about you with meticulous interest. he's the first to notice when you've changed your hair or worn a new top, even if he's not the first to bring it up. he tilts his head to the side a bit, smiling at you as he says, "you look nice today." you tease him, "so i don't look nice every day?" and he snickers under his breath. "don't push it," he teases back, but the softening in his eyes says otherwise.

echo thinks you're pretty all the time, but he tells you when it means the most to him. like in the morning, waking up in his arms, your hair still a mess. he kisses you softly, whispering, "morning, beautiful..." even though you feel like the opposite. or when he's complimenting something specific, murmuring, "there's that pretty smile" after making you laugh, especially if you were upset just a few moments ago.

wolffe tells you that you're pretty through direct orders. it's less of the actual words themselves and more the way he mutters, "wear that little dress tomorrow, the black one." or when he catches you in the middle of your makeup routine, tilting your chin up at him as he frowns and says, "you don't need this shit." you swat his hands away, telling him, "it's not for you, silly, i like it." he rolls his eyes, murmuring, "alright, pretty girl..." under his breath, but you hear it, and you know you have his soft side all to yourself even though he's usually not the type for lovey dovey compliments.

fox gets a little defensive when you catch him looking at you, muttering an excuse like, "something on your face," but when you reach up to brush it away, he sighs and grabs your hand, staring into your wide eyes. "i lied." then he pauses. "you look good." the words feel foreign on his tongue, but he sees the way your expression lights up, and his face warms as he realizes he should've said something sooner.

cody can't think straight when you look good around him, which is all the time. "you're distracting me all day," he says in a low tone, his nose brushing the side of your face. "can't focus 'cause of you," he mutters. "i'm sorry—am i bothering you, commander?" you tease him, leaning into his proximity as he kisses your cheek, his lips curving against your skin with a smile. "not a bother, beautiful," he says.

mayday is the type of gentleman who prefers to use the words "beautiful," "pretty," and "cute" to describe you; he thinks anything else is pretty much childish. he wraps a strong arm around your shoulder to pull you close, kissing your temple as he murmurs, "my pretty lady..." in your ear, smiling when you start to giggle softly. he sighs and rests his lips on the crown of your head, saying, "i'm a lucky man..."

rex worships you like no other. sometimes it's casual, like when he smiles at you and says, "you look nice, baby," at your outfit and other times, it's desperate, his eyes staring into yours as his lips trail down your stomach, tickling your squirming body with soft kisses. "you're so beautiful," he whispers, "you know what you do to me? hmm?" and either way he just needs you to know how crazy you make him.

fives isn't afraid to be vocal about how beautiful you are to him. he sneaks these compliments into your everyday conversations. you call out his name to get his attention, and he slowly glances up with a smile while replying, "yeah, gorgeous?" grinning wider as you start to blush. he greets you with some variation of "hey, sexy," or "missed you, pretty girl," and kisses you no matter how many eyes are on him.

kix has these moments where he just looks at you when you're not paying attention, absentmindedly smiling to himself before he casts his gaze away, blushing a bit. you glance over to see that he still has that smitten look all over his face, so you ask what's got him smiling like that, only to blush as well when he answers, "my pretty girlfriend." you laugh and roll your eyes, calling him corny, but he knows you like it.

jesse is bold in calling you things like "cutie" and "hot stuff" all the time, especially to make you laugh, but telling you that you're pretty gets his heart racing for a reason he doesn't understand. he just thinks he's gonna fuck up every time the words are on the tip of his tongue, even though it's always so easy when he cups your face and looks into your eyes, smiling as says, "you're my pretty girl, you know that?"

hardcase pretends he's still courting you when he compliments you. he pulls you close by the waist, whispering, "wow, you're gorgeous...you got a boyfriend?" and you play along, replying, "mhmm, i do. he's quite handsome, actually..." he grins and says, "dunno, i think you're out of his league," both of you laughing together before he kisses you, letting his hands roam around your hips, squeezing playfully.

gregor shamelessly whistles under his breath every time you walk into a room where he immediately perks up to look at you, smiling in excitement. "damn, you look good," he chuckles. it doesn't matter how long you've been together, he always has the same reaction and can't get his hands off of you, reaching for you as he mumbles some bullshit about how "your lips look so kissable right now." silly boy.

howzer feels his breath catch as the sun hits your face a certain way, and your eyes start to glow in their color. he swallows hard, facing forward as he loses his train of thought, falling silent. you glance at him curiously, and he stares at the ground. "i feel like an idiot," he chuckles, shaking his head. "you're so pretty, it's making me nervous." then he looks at you, his chest tight from how beautiful you are.

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[tanobatcher]

Hi, could you please do some headcanons with clones reacting to reader getting catcalled? Rex, Fives, Jesse, Kix, Hardcase, Howzer, Wolffe, Cody, Fox, and Bad Batch (with Echo), if thats okay

clones when someone catcalls you (my headcanons) a/n: i've had too many men irl blame ME for harassment and completely miss the point but there's no victim blaming allowed here

gn reader warnings: harassment, mentions of violence

the bad batch & howzer

hunter is lethally calm when he looks over at them, but you see the rage boiling in his gaze. even though he doesn't chase an unnecessary fight, he's always ready to strike to protect you. "lower your gaze," he says, "and i might let you walk away." it's the only warning he gives because he's scarily unforgiving if they don't back off. in that case, he decides to take matters into his own hands and fuck them up a bit, just innocently dragging his knife across their face. "last chance," he murmurs as he digs the blade in, breaking skin without a flicker in his expression.

tech knows they're just looking for a reaction. he doesn't give into immaturity that easily. he does, however, make sure that you know you're safe with him. he holds your hand tight, bringing the back of it to his lips as he kisses it lightly and says, "ignore them." he gives them a pointed look, but his words are still directed at you when he observes something to poke fun at about their appearance, sort of humiliating them without fully engaging, and he's unfazed if they get mad at him because he knows he has the fight to back up his talk.

wrecker is the big, buff, scary-looking boyfriend who kisses your forehead and whispers, "wait right here for me, alright?" and then marches up to whoever was brave enough to catcall you in front of him—not to pick a fight, but to show them what happens when someone so much as breathes the wrong way around you. "you think you're funny, huh?" he grabs a fistful of their hair and knocks their teeth in, taunting them as they crumple to the floor. "aw, get up, we're not done."

crosshair scoffs and stares them up and down, unimpressed by what he sees. he mutters, "not a chance," and slides a careful hand around your waist, pulling you close. his irritation is quiet, but you feel it in his fingers as they press into your skin, flexing slightly like he's considering making a target out of them. he keeps a watchful eye on them until they scurry out of sight, not needing to say much, but ready to react at any moment.

echo is calm but firm, and his reaction sort of depends on yours because he wants to put your feelings first. he's not the type to go in headfirst if he knows that'll make you even more uncomfortable, instead prioritizing getting you away from this unwanted attention as he gently laces your fingers together and squeezes reassuringly. but if there's any chance you might feel better after a little defensive confrontation, he's more than happy to do so.

howzer doesn't run from those who provoke him first, he looks them in the eye with a challenging glower that warns them to choose their next words wisely. "yeah, go on," he says under his breath as he watches them walk away, his hand gripping you tight, but then it relaxes with his gaze once he meets your eyes again. he brushes his other hand over your cheek and asks, "you okay?" in a completely different tone, much softer and sweeter just for you.

commanders

wolffe isn't just angry, he's absolutely disgusted. it's written all over his face, there's not much he has to say to get his point across. his stare is terrifying, paired with his slow, intentional, almost predatory stride. you can tell he's itching to engage, to make the guy regret even laying their eyes on you in the first place, but he obeys when you tell him to just leave it alone. even though he's used to being in control of the situation, he sees this moment as your call, since you're the one being harassed. he hates the idea of making things worse for you for no reason other than his own pride. "they're lucky you're nicer than i am," he mutters as his arm comes around your shoulder to steer you away firmly. and it's true—they did get lucky this time—because he wouldn't hesitate to sock any creep in the face if they came too close for his liking.

fox is incredibly protective of you—you're his weakness, his soft spot. he would hunt down anyone and everyone who's ever wronged you if it gives you peace of mind. he's not above throwing a random cat-caller in a cell on the count of looking at you the wrong way, even though you tell him not to take excessive measures but he doesn't give a fuck, he's digging his blaster into their side and telling them to "get moving" before he changes his mind, maybe even shoots the floor near their foot to prove a point.

cody literally roundhouse-kicks droids in the face on the daily, but he doesn't like showing you that rougher side of him unless he has to. you have a way of relaxing the tense survival instincts that make him such a hard, molded soldier, and he doesn't want to give anyone the power to disturb that. his voice eases your nerves as he says, "keep walking, don't waste your breath on 'em," but his gaze is sharp and dangerous, pointed toward the harasser, almost daring them to come at him first so he has an excuse to fuck them up.

501st

rex is more easily provoked than he lets on, and you're no exception to the fierce protection he feels for those closest to him. logically, he knows better, he closes his eyes and clenches his jaw in restraint, but the words echo through his mind like the question of whether or not he's going to let this slide. and he doesn't. he gently guides you to stay behind him, keeping a hand on your hip in his silent way of telling you not to get too close—just in case—and he raises his eyebrows at them, bold as he threatens, "move along, or i'll make you."

fives can make a joke out of the situation and respond in a way that puts the focus on him instead of you, but it depends on the severity of the harasser's words. he won't find any humor in something that explicitly objectifies you, and he's willing to take the bait to protect you. the worst thing anyone can do in front of him is disrespect you, which is why he slams them into the nearest wall, specifically demanding that they apologize to you. "quiet now, aren't you?" he cocks his head to the side and presses his forearm into their neck, his eyes narrow as they sputter for mercy.

jesse always needs to be held back when it comes to defending someone he loves. it's like that flip just switches inside of him when he hears someone jeer at you inappropriately, he doesn't even let them finish their sentence as he's stalking up to them. "the fuck did you just say?" he scowls, loud and confident, attracting attention with his enthusiasm for confrontation. he jabs a lazy fist into their shoulder, pushing them around, "c'mon, say it again...what, are you fucking shy now?" and he insults them, too, "ugly fucking bitch..."

kix glares at them and pulls you closer, seeing this as all the more reason to keep you tucked into his side. he's more focused on you than them, squeezing your waist reassuringly. "hey, you okay?" his voice is gentle and soft toward you, trying to take the discomfort out of the situation, but this doesn't mean he won't get physical to protect you. he's quick to step in front of you if anyone mistakes his calmer reaction as a green light to get closer to you, and he isn't afraid to shove them back.

hardcase pretends it's directed at him, slinging a protective arm around you as he whistles back and makes a mockery of their unwanted attempts to flirt with you. he snickers under his breath when he sees them get uncomfortable and kisses your temple with a low, playful whisper, "guess they weren't interested, huh?" his light reaction isn't to be underestimated, though, because he's now paying closer attention to the people around you, intensely guarded to make sure it doesn't happen again.

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[funny-tik-toks]

[mystarwarsalbum-deactivated2019]

[gallusrostromegalus]

I love this picture because nobody is in any kind of recognizable fencing stance.

Adi Gallia is holding a boquet for a Prom pic.

Mace is about to knock a curveball into the stands

Yoda is swinging a broom at a spider on the ceiling

Ki-Adi-Muni is taking a creepy tinder selfie

Obi-wan is on Coruscant’s next Top Model and Space-Tyra has just told him “Play golf, but make it Fashion”

And Anakin Skywalker is grinding his flat ass on an stripper pole.

[anentirestarwar]

To be fair, all of these are entirely in character.

[ranty9000]

Most of these don’t even match the actual lightsaber combat forms lol

[kurtssingh]

The descriptions are so hilarious I have to do this. XDDDDD

[gallusrostromegalus]

I had not seen the illustrations!!

[barissoffee]

Commander Wolffe in Star Wars: The Bad Batch | 3.07 Extraction

[zonkedorchid]

When someone asks what’s on my mind but I can’t say “that one scene from the mandalorian movie”

Brb going to go reread my fav fics with this in mind ✌️

[tanobatcher]

my clone headcanons: "who did this to you" wound trope a/n: yesyesyesyes crash out crash out crash out

gn reader warnings: none

hunter is impossible to lie to. he finds the injuries and wounds you try to hide from the group all the time, his mouth pressed in a flat line as he crouches to the floor in front of you. “easy, easy…” he murmurs when you flinch away from him. he rubs his hands down your shoulders slowly, leaning in close to meet your eyes. his gaze burns with anger, but his voice is soft, reassuring you that you’re safe. “who did this to you?” he asks.

tech is known to figure things out pretty quickly, putting two and two together like it’s nothing. he sits at your side with his lips pursed together, hesitating before he rests a light hand on your thigh to get your attention. you glance at him, seeing that he’s already looking at you. he speaks so calmly despite the threat laced in his tone. “you can make it easy for the both of us and tell me who did this to you. or i can find them myself.”

wrecker gets scary when he’s pissed off, and that is exactly what he is when you get hurt, suddenly ready for a fight that he knows he’ll win. but he reserves his gentleness for you, cupping your face with his hands that are so large you basically disappear inside his grasp. he caresses your cheeks, the creases on his face deepening with his frown. “who did this to you?” he growls in a low voice, “i’ll take care of ‘em for you…”

crosshair is dangerous when he’s still and silent, his jaw tightening as hot anger boils under his skin. he brushes a careful finger over the tears and blood staining your cheeks, dragging his touch down to your chin where he tilts your face up, scowling darkly. “who did this to you?” he hisses. he wraps his hand around your jaw when you don’t say anything, leaning in so close that he whispers, “staying quiet won’t help him…”

echo just wants you to open up to him—to trust him when you’re in a vulnerable spot. he of all people knows how hard that is, which is all the more reason he craves this intimacy with you. he grips your hands gently, taking the med patches away so that he can dress your wound himself. he’s not looking at you as his stern voice rumbles through the silence. “who did this to you?” then he stares up at you. “i won’t ask again.”

wolffe doesn’t beat around the bush, and he doesn’t let you do so, either. his voice is deep and commanding when he stands over you, folding his arms over his chest. “look at me.” you lift your head slowly, with hesitation, so he cups the side of your face and tilts your face up, brushing his thumb over some tears to swipe them away. his eyebrows draw together in subtle anger ever so slightly, narrowing his gaze at you. “i’m not going to repeat myself,” he breathes quietly. “tell me who did this.”

fox is a stickler for the rules until someone hurts you, and suddenly, he’s a hypocrite who itches to burn whoever is responsible for this. he loses his cool just like that, grabbing your face with a slightly crazed look in his eyes when he demands, “who the fuck did this to you?” his breath comes in fast as he slides his hands down to cup the back of your neck, a possessive grip that reminds you that you’re his to protect.

cody never cowers from a fight worth his time, and you’re worth everything to him. he folds his arms over his chest and asks “who did this to you?” you shake your head, “cody, don’t…” he frowns and crouches low to the floor slowly, kneeling between your legs. “nobody has to get hurt,” he tells you, taking your hands to kiss your bruised knuckles. “you’re lying out of your ass,” you mutter. “and you’re hiding from me.”

mayday grips your waist, holding you still as you try to squirm away from his help. “shh, come here, let me take a look,” he orders softly, his voice spreading over your body like warm, relaxing waters that pull you under. “you’re alright…” he murmurs, stroking the top of your head slowly while assessing the damages. he clicks his tongue in disapproval and lifts his head to meet your eyes in a hard stare. “who did this to you?”

rex touches the back of your neck, slowly tightening his hand to turn you around. you avoid his gaze while he looks down at your body, around your face in quiet observation. “give me a name,” is all he says. you tilt your head and sigh, shaking your head, but he cups your face to stop your movements. he leans in close, staring with a sharp, unwavering determination. “maybe i wasn’t clear the first time,” he murmurs in a low tone.

fives has a temper everyone knows about, and the best way to set it off is for something to happen to you. he plants his hands down around your sitting frame, caging you into his body. your faces are close, your breaths even closer, mingling and shared as he stares into your eyes unflinchingly. “who did this?” he asks firmly. “fives, don’t make a big deal out of—” he shakes his head, “oh, we’re making a big fucking deal out of this.”

kix has a caretaking instinct that prioritizes your wellbeing over anything else. he feels guilty when he’s not there to prevent you from getting hurt, but he’s always there to fix up the damages. his eyes soften into a pained frown as he cradles the back of your head and strokes your hair. he kisses your scalp, whispering, “you’re safe now, you’re okay…” he waits for you to catch your breath. “can you tell me who did this to you?”

jesse is the type of guy to react to your pain like it’s his own. you already know he’s going to be pissed, so it doesn’t come as a surprise when a heavy glare shadows his expression, and he snaps, “who did this to you? which fucker was it—” you cut him off before he gets too riled up, whispering, “jesse, calm down, please…” he scowls and cups the back of your head to pull you into his chest protectively. “like hell i’ll calm down…”

hardcase feels like a bucket of cold water is dumped over his head when you’re hurt. the reality of your pain sobers him up faster than he can blink, and things aren’t so fun and games anymore. he settles you into his lap and lets you lean your weight on him, giving up all your strength. “hey…” he murmurs in your ear, his strong arms around you as you quiver in his embrace. “shit, what happened? who did this to you?”

gregor knows you’re tough enough to handle yourself, but he still freaks out at any blemish big or small. “who did this?” he asks, cocking his head to the side. “you want me to handle them for you?” you wave him off, “gregor, i’m fine…” but he’s not convinced, stroking a hand down your hair as he rasps, “you’re not fine, look at you…” he buries his face into the top of your head, kissing you softly. “c’mon, tell me who it was…”

howzer cups his hands around your face delicately, like you’re made of glass, exhaling raggedly as he presses a long, hard kiss to your forehead. his lips linger against your skin when he murmurs, “who did this to you?” and he slides his hands down to wrap you in a tight embrace. “tell me, and i swear he won’t ever put his hands on you again, yeah?” he pulls back, searching your eyes with his own, whispering, “you trust me?”

emerie concerns herself with taking care of you before asking any questions, but the silence drags on as she furrows her eyebrows and tentatively touches her fingertips to your wound. you don’t seem to react in discomfort, so she presses her hand down over the bandage, smoothing her touch out in a comforting circle. “you’re not going to tell me what happened?” she asks, kissing your shoulder, “who did this…?”

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[sabaccsniper]

plastoid angles are so complicated, but I’m committed to his attitude

[rooksunday]

thinking about wolffe and cody stomping into the corrie barracks like where are our men after a round up at 79s, and the commander in charge just vaguely points over their shoulder

off they stomp march, muttering all the way.

they find their troopers in the rec room with coffee, water, and snacks, sitting on the floor and listening to a presentation on drunk and disorderly on coruscant: please let your corries save your shebs

fox slouches in and gestures with his mug toward the presentation: it’s widget’s first go with the talk. he’s nervous but i think he’s got it.

wolffe: i thought—

cody: —you arrested them?

fox: they’re not senators, diplomats, or buildings. not our business.

thorn: probably want to warn your troopers about the CSF, though, sirs. they really don’t like clones. biscuit?

[doodlesaresketcheswithnoodles]

Turning some Tem pictures into clones.. I could NOT be asked to paint their armor so yeah