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another trope inversion of GAR/Guard interactions:

the GAR is entirely aware that Coruscant is a shit posting.

they're not blind; they can see all the anti-clone sentiment when they're on leave. even when they're deployed, it's not like they're cut off from all news - they know how many times bills for clone rights have gone to the Senate floor and been ruthlessly voted down. they can see how even their Jedi are restrained by the Senate dragging its feet and making bad choices and handling the war like it's a game of dejarik since it will never affect them personally.

very few politicians have the respect of the clones.

but the Guard still have to work with the spoiled, self-centered bastards, and the GAR knows that they're not being treated well. but what can they do? they have no rights, the Jedi are as trapped under the Senate's thumb as they are, and it's not like they can get regular citizens to do anything.

so they offer their support as much as they can. any Guard, any Corrie who needs help, all they have to do is find one of their brothers and it will be offered without any questions.

you'd think that crime rate would go up when battle-traumatized soldiers are given leave on a city-planet like Coruscant, but it actually goes down.

way down.

the thing criminals come to realize is that if you are being chased by one of the Guard, if ANY other clone catches sight of you, it is ON SIGHT. clones in casual clothes carrying food and drinks have dropped everything to immediately join a Guard's hunt, throwing themselves into the pursuit with glee and an energy that the usually-exhausted Guards often lack. (some of them howl. those, the criminal underground agrees, are the worst.) 

and with hundreds or thousands of clones wandering around during battalions' leave, it's possible to run into one of them anywhere. and they usually travel in packs.

best just to lay low for a while.

when it leaks that the Guard regularly run low on supplies, all sorts of things start to go missing on the venators. just a box or a crate here or there, ration packs or bacta patches or cold-weather gear. there are millions of clones and thousands of ships; it's not like every little thing can be tracked by the quartermasters. 

(rex realizes that, for whatever reason, his battalion is always prioritized for resupply, and rarely any questions are asked about their requisitions. rex takes immediate and shameless advantage of this. rex manages, somehow, to lose two entire bacta tanks, along with the bacta to fill them.)

and ofc the idea that started this whole ramble - when a shiny Corrie stumbles somewhere where some of the 501st are shooting the shit, causing everything to immediately come to a halt. the kid is clutching his helmet and one of his pauldrons to his chest; his hair is mussed up and there are tears on his cheeks and bruises on his face and unadulterated panic in his eyes. 

there's an angry call in the corridor.

the shiny flinches.

fives grabs him, hears him squeak, snaps out orders. echo yanks off his bucket and his upper armor; jesse lunges for a blanket. they hustle the kid into a chair, drape the blanket over his lower body, hastily swap his upper armor and helmet for echo's. fives shoves the armor somewhere, doesn't matter, it's out of sight with the telltale red, and they all barely have enough time to drop themselves back into the chairs arranged around the table and pick up their cards before some natborn stomps into the room.

anything we can do for you, sir? sorry, no, the Guard didn't stop in here. we saw him head back down toward the rotunda, though. yes, sir. have a nice day, sir.

they close and lock the door. fives goes back to the shiny. fives was instantly prepared to help a fellow clone in need.

fives was not prepared for tears.

the kid gets snot all over the inside of echo's helmet. they take him back to Guard HQ. fox is painfully, desperately relieved to see him. fox looks too-thin and too-tired but there is a fresh GAR-issued bacta patch covering a slash across the side of his cheek. he thanks them for saving the shiny, like that's something that ever needs gratitude, but is swept away before any of them can say that. 

fives doesn't think that misplaced bacta and pilfered rations are enough support for the Guard anymore.

thankfully, rex and the rest of the GAR agree.

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#star wars #sw memes #the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #the bad batch season 3 #the bad batch season 3 spoilers

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I think we can all agree anakin is the most romantic in their relationship lmao

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a few crosshair drawings from the past months

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Echo Screenshot Edits

Even More Faces of Echo (Season Finale)

It’s almost a series now 😅

More Faces of Echo (Flash Strike)

The 100 Faces of Echo

#tbb season 3 spoilers #the bad batch #tbb echo #your honor i love him

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“Her gaze softened.”

#the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #bad batch spoilers #tbb spoilers

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I missed drawing Fox with Amaya ❤

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6/6 posters DONE, and i'm closing the poster madness with the most important piece to me. All of the world's credit goes to @highgroundanimations not only for his uniqe 241st troopers, but also for giving me permission to include them in my project. I got a bunch of dms from people asking who the 241st are, and why are they included in this project (someone even asked if i could switch them with clone commandos instead 💀) Pretty simple answer to that. This guy's been inspiring me ever since the teaser for Tukk tales came out. He's one of the main reasons i started doing 3d, and is a person i'll forever aspire to be. So of course i'd include his characters in a project that basically wouldn't have happened without him. So if you're reading this by any chance, thank you again! I think it's safe to say all of us who know who Captain Tukk is adore everything you put out there! In other news, with the posters being done, i can finally start focusing on the menu animations only. And once they're done, i can finally move on to making a trailer for this game. Hopefully the whole project will be done by mid summer, but we'll see 🤞

You can check out the models from a closer look here

Clone Force 99

501st

Coruscant Guard

104th 212th

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I CAN'T BELIEVE I POSTED THIS MONTHS AGO AND ONLY NOW I REALIZE THAT HER ARM WAS COLOURED WHITE INSTEAD OF ORANGEEEEEEE

Anyways this is the fixed version

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Early Hours

Captain Rex x f!reader

masterlist | ao3

Rex comes home to you in the middle of the night. His plan is take a shower before joining you in bed, but you decide to join him instead.

EXPLICIT. 18+ ONLY | about 2.3k words | smut. shower sex/piv. groping. softness. ty @rowansparrow for giving this a looksie since my brain is well past the point of tired and I really wanted to get this out bc I said I would. and also ty for the title bc I come up blank every single time

A dip in the mattress near the edge. Warm lips gently grazing across your forehead. A light breath tickling the skin of your cheeks - your nose. The soft heat warming your face and neck from the proximity of the man leaning over you. Without so much as cracking open an eye, you know, even as you toe the blurred line of dreams versus reality, that Rex has come home to you, unintentionally nudging you awake from your deep slumber with his sweet greeting.

You keep still, letting sleep fight to claim you once again as Rex’s arm retracts from where he’s holding himself up at the edge of the bed - the dip evening out. The familiar footfall of his boots sound to the other side of the room - pieces of armor unclasping and dropping easily with each of the clicks and subsequent thuds against the ground. It does take him some time to undress, as it usually does, since Rex is normally quite neat and organized, especially in caring for something as precious as his armor. You can picture the sorted plastoid pieces in their self-designated spots on the floor along the wall. The hamper’s lid creaks open as he tosses his worn blacks into the basket to be washed.

You blink the goop from your tired eyes - finally allowing them to open. Unsuccessful in its daily conquest, sleep slips from your grasp. You don’t much ache for it in its loss.

Still pleasantly cocooned within piles of blankets, you notice the light in the ‘fresher pop on as the door slides open, shortly followed by the sound of a solaced groan coming from Rex as his bare feet pad into the stall. The squeak of the faucet as the shower turns on comes next - the steady waterfall breaking as he steps to stand under it. You can easily picture the dirt, blood, and grime rinsing away from his skin, the dark water swirling around the drain before seeping through the tiny, netted holes.

Sleep is the furthest thing from your heart’s desire at the moment - pounding and screaming and longing to be close to the man who has long since claimed it. The drum of your heart joins with the serene sounds of falling water - the melody warming your bones. It’s only about a minute of the two, steady rhythms easing your mind when you decide that you’d like to join Rex - to bathe underneath the soothing stream while pressed against his sturdy body.

You're quiet about it as if he’d hear you through the soft roar of the running water, unwrapping yourself from the warmth of the surrounding blankets, climbing out of bed more elegantly than you’d anticipated due to the grogginess. You look at the time, shedding your clothes while blinking your hooded eyes made heavy in your mind’s stupor within the darkness of the bedroom, only slightly illuminated by the light coming through the crack of the fresher door - the steam from the water's heat seeping through as well. It’s very early in the morning - the sun hours away from peeking over the horizon. Plenty of time for a nice shower and whatever may come next before the native creatures begin chirping and singing - signaling the start of day.

When you step inside the ‘fresher, chilled toes against the moist tiles, wading through the growing weight of steam, Rex is facing the tiled wall - palms splayed against it, his head tilted down and hanging between his arms.

Slowly, but not sneakily enough to stir something sensitive and practiced within him, you step into the stall and wrap your arms around his torso in a crawl - the hills and plains of his muscles underneath your fingertips - his heated skin made hotter by the temperature of the water. Rex sighs, a smile no doubt forming on his perfect lips as you squish your chest into the firmness of his back.

Too easily, you take the bar of soap from his hand, running the soft brick up and down his arms - a dusting of suds forming in its wake. You run it along his abs, his chest, his collarbone - massaging any remaining tension from his muscles with your free hand. The warm and earthy scents of his favorite soap - the one you use to coat yourself in him in his absence - sticks to the rising steam and sits heavy in the air - your lungs. You continue to wash him, scrubbing as much as your hand can comfortably reach from this position, planting kisses along his back where your chin digs into his skin.

Rex turns around in your hold, his forehead tapping against yours as you start to work on his rear - the smooth dip of his back as it curves into his ass - the tender space between his shoulder blades. He melts into you - bones sagging and muscles loosening. The waterfall of liquid relaxation rinses any and all suds and bubbles away, leaving the two of you slippery and warm within each other’s arms. You cup his cheek, running your thumb over the stubble growing along his cheek and jaw.

The bar of soap falls from your fingers, hitting the shallow pool at your feet with a soft splash. Rex’s forehead remains pressed to yours, the water splashing from atop his head and dripping down from his hairline, cascading down his strong features then down his chest. Your hands run up and down his back, palms and fingers digging into his skin as you work every last bit of tension from where he keeps it. Rex vibrates under your hands, practically purring from your touch as his own hands start to linger from where they once sat still at your hips. Eyes open and looking directly into his through the broken streams of water, you mirror his movements, letting a hand circle around his waist and ghost over the flattened hairs of his inner thigh. Rex’s breath hitches when your fingers brush against the softened appendage hanging between his legs, his blood quickly rushing south as it hardens in your loose grip.

He hums, a chuckle bubbling in his throat, a little smile now on his lips. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you echo - palming him to his full length. He groans, and you smirk - tenderly squeezing the head. “Welcome home, my love.”

Rex throws his head back, brows pinched as you start to languidly pump him. His hands continue to travel, grabbing at your ass to pull you in closer. Your lips attach themselves to the taut skin of his throat, the lingering scent of the soap climbing through your nostrils. A hand on your ass moves inwards, fingers grazing the wet lips of your sex.

“It’s good to be home,” he manages through a quiet groan, his head returning upright. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

You hum with a grin, nodding your head and closing your eyes as Rex leans in to capture your lips with his. It starts off gentle - soft and sweet and everything a ‘welcome home’ kiss is meant to be. His hands move upwards to the back of your neck and head, pressing your mouth as deeply as it can get within his own. It’s all so passionate - a delicate approach that soon bleeds into something far more urgent - desperate. The glide of his soft tongue along your lips - between your teeth. The heavy breaths seeping from his and your nostrils - deepening as the moments go on. The water weighing down your eyelashes as they stick to your cheeks - heavy droplets dripping from the fine hairs. Rex claims your mouth with his own as you pump his cock in earnest - hands grabbing at every inch of you - trying to feel all of you, all at once.

“ Osik ,” he curses while breaking for breath. His fingers crawl down your stomach, sliding effortlessly through your folds and deliberately grazing your clit. When you gasp from the sensation, consequently picking up the pace of your hand’s glide along the smoothness of his length, Rex bites his lip - centering. “It- it’s too soon, cyare. Wanna - fuck - I wanna be inside of you.”

It’s not hard to tell just how close Rex is to unraveling, with being too worked up and in desperate need for a sweet release - lower muscles becoming tighter and breaths shortening. His plea sends a burst of flame through you, pulsating heavily between your legs. The thought of him spilling inside of you is postitively erotic, and with a look , tongue peeking from between your lips and eyes hooded with desire, you release him, instead running your hands up his torso and connecting around the back of his neck.

Nothing else is said when your wordless agreement is demonstrated by the guidance of his hand by your own to hold your leg up in place at his hip. Rex’s lips part with a shuddering sigh as you grip his cock, running the head between your folds and prodding at your entrance. He carefully walks you back towards the tiled wall, out from directly underneath the running water to be braced by the wall at your back and his body holding you up at your front. As he breaches you, you both share an exhale of relief, Rex’s hands grabbing underneath your thighs to urge you to jump up. When you do, your cunt swallows the entirety of his length, the soaked curls at the base rubbing against your clit. You’re both still for a moment, savoring the delicious stretch of your clenching walls working to accommodate him. Your thighs squeeze at Rex’s hips when he finally begins to thrust, moving slowly as his forehead once again meets yours. With your back pressed against the wall and large hands holding you steady from underneath, you wrap your arms around his neck and relax your lower muscles as he plunges up into you.

The angle has Rex hitting something incredibly devastating within you, knocking the air from your lungs and making your toes curl even with this easy pace. He knows your body extremely well, probably on par with the way he knows his own dual blasters, and never fails to strike the most divine cord every single time, leaving you as nearly a pile of warped bones and flesh that bleeds for him .

“Missed you,” he murmurs against your lips. Your nails scrape along the thick skin of where his shoulders curve into his neck as your moan breaks your smile. “Thought about you every single day. About you, about this… ” Rex picks up the pace and you cry out - lips connecting. His soft groans mingle with your whimpers, the sounds of pleasure being breathed into one another. It’s been weeks without Rex, without feeling the man you love, and it’s all just so overwhelming - so all-consuming and euphoric and the heat streaming through you is morphing into a dangerous wave, taking you under in the blink of an eye - a choked wail of pleasure. Rex’s groans grow louder, his movements stuttering as they become more purposeful, and as you clench impossibly hard around him, your cunt threatening to never let him leave, he whines , offering a few more sharp jabs before spilling himself into you.

You rock against him the best you can to help coax out the last of his release, fingers digging into the meat of his shoulders. The back of your head meets the wall, and your eyes instantly grow heavy - sleep coming back for vengeance. Rex kisses along your throat, your jaw, your chin, your cheeks - holding your body up as you both come down as one. From behind the darkness of shut eyes, you feel your feet once again standing in the shallow water, feeling the gentle splash of water between your legs as your chin rests against Rex’s shoulder. He holds your exhausted body upright as he rinses you, making sure to clean up the mess the two of you had made in that moment of bliss.

You’re fading in and out, you can feel it - the haze in your head growing as your body becomes limp. Not many sounds are noticed by you save for the squeak of the faucet as the water shuts off. Suddenly your feet are off the ground again, a gentle breeze cooling the droplets on your skin. In the next moment of consciousness, you’re laying in bed, blanketed by your favorite quilt, Rex’s arm curled around you and your head tucked in the crook of it. You’re not sure how long it’s been since the shower, but his warm, bare skin feels dry underneath your cheek and arm, and he’s fast asleep - snoring soundly.

You begin to notice a weight sitting on your stomach, and when you look down, you see two, large golden eyes looking up at you. Blue watches your hand as you bring it to pet the top of his head, but as your palm makes contact with his soft fur, he decides to relocate to Rex’s stomach instead - curling up and paws tucking. You roll your eyes at Blue’s ‘fuck you, mom’ gesture and look to Rex, who’s still asleep and clearly unbothered by the cat now sleeping on him. His expressions are so soft - so peaceful. Lips parted. Features relaxed. Eyelashes fanned against his cheek. Wrinkles and crinkles at ease. When you look at him, your heart pounds . It’s such a strong feeling every single time - a love that is never fading, but that is growing with each passing day. When you inhale, you smell the lasting scents of his soap. He’s clean. Relaxed. Asleep. At peace. You wish you could keep Rex like this all the time.

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Chrono

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Pairing: Captain Rex x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit. 18+ 100%

Word Count: 1.7k 

Warnings: piv shower sex, very brief vaginal fingering

Summary: (See note for explanation) You signaled for your Captain, and he came to you. Instead of your usual spot, you both agreed on a change of scenery. Who’s thirsty? 

A/N: This is just a little Captain Rex oneshot from an idea I had in my head about how the reader could signal Rex by messing with her chrono on her wrist, sort of like purposefully messing with it but while not being too obvious, y’know? It sounds better in my head.

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I used to believe that being a good soldier meant doing everything they told you. That’s how they engineered us. But we’re not droids. We’re not programmed. You have to learn to make your own decisions. [insp] THE CLONE WARS APPRECIATION WEEK Day Two: Favorite Clone (Captain Rex)

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I’m so glad you said something. I was trying to find the words and what order I wanted to put them in (I think the brain fog is another side effect of CPTSD but I’m not gonna get into that too much either because it’s not fun to talk about). I am currently coming to terms with what I went through that caused me to have this and all of that, I saw it represented in a way that made me feel seen. I was really proud of Crosshair for not only handling it and taking it day by day but also not letting it slow him down. He elected to go back to Tantiss for Omega and there was even a part where he was saying he deserved to die from Plan 99, in a sacrificial suicide and I think that can tie back into it as well. There’s so much guilt and remorse that comes with the healing process.

I was so glad that they were representing this in a light that could reach many people. And then they cut his hand off.

Trust us, if we could just cut it out or off to make it all go away then we would but at the end of the day that’s not real. I hated it. My hands shake too, I was very upset that it seemed suddenly he was just fine but I could also chalk it up to lack of run time to show the full effects. I do hope him and Echo bond though and that they can all finally work through their trauma together.

Okay I’m going to talk about cutting off Crosshair’s hand because while I know plenty of people see a lot of symbolism in it and think it was a good decision I have things to say about it.

I have CPTSD which has a lot of different symptoms. One of them is trembling or shaking. There’s a lot of complexities tied up in it but I’m not going to go into more detail because it’s not a fun thing to talk about.

What I liked about Crosshair’s trauma was that it impacted him not only mentally and emotionally but also physically. It’s very representative of what it’s actually like dealing with symptoms from something like PTSD and CPTSD (there are differences between these two that I won’t go into rn). I loved that we got to see a physical symptom of something psychological. It’s so rare that it’s handled well. Because yeah meditation and safety will help, certainly, but oftentimes it’s not the end all be all. I’m safe. I’m protected. I take care of my mental well being. But I still have symptoms that say the opposite. Because it’s not as simple as ‘no longer in the bad situation therefore the symptoms will stop’. I’ve made my peace that it’s lifelong and, honestly, Crosshair’s symptoms would be lifelong as well.

Cutting off his hand…

Here’s the thing.

The show really makes it seem like cutting off his hand is something he needed to move forward. He needed to be rid of the symptom because it was a physical reminder and it was holding him back from moving on. Cutting off the hand means no more shaking which means he’s healed. No more shaking hand=no more trauma. He can finally move on with his life.

And to that I say ouch.

There’s been plenty of times my symptoms are inconvenient to myself or others. Times when I wish I could just make it stop. Times when I’m terrified that it’s holding me back and I’m screwed up and that’s all I’ll ever be: broken. There are plenty of times I know people wish i could just knock it off and get over it and cut it out but that’s not how it works. Like I said. I’ve made peace with this thing that’ll be with me forever.

It was refreshing to see him try to adapt to dealing with it instead of ignoring it or trying to get rid of the part of him that was hurting. I loved that. It was such a freeing thing to see. Someone who will live with the hurt and the symptoms and it doesn’t make him any less. It just makes him have to do life a little different.

I hate that they cut off his hand. I hate that it wasn’t handled with any sort of nuance or delicacy. And I hate that this thing that made me so proud of him, so proud to share something with him, just got cut off for… what? Shock? To ‘fix’ him?

If we had gotten more time with the loss of his hand maybe I’d feel differently. Hell, I’d love to see how Crosshair adapts to losing his hand, see how he learns to accommodate. It would give him and Echo something to bond over and talk about, finding healing with each other. I think this could’ve been done well. I’d still be on the fence about it but I would’ve held my breath and saw how it played out.

I fully expect people to roll their eyes at me here. I expect that people will say that I just don’t get it or that this isn’t what they intended. I’m sure this isn’t what they intended. At least I hope it isn’t. But what they intended doesn’t change how insensitively this was handled after a whole season of him unpacking his hurt and trying to learn to adapt to it. No one reacted to it, not even Crosshair, and we got no unpacking of what happened. I’m not happy with this but it is what it is I guess.

#the bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb spoilers #tbb season 3 #I second that ouch #tbb spoiler #tbb s3 spoilers

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STAPLING THIS TO THE DOORWAY OF EVERYONE IN STAR WARS FANDOM IT'S NOT ABOUT DENYING THE FEAR, WHICH IS A NATURAL IMPULSE, BUT ABOUT CONTROLLING IT BEFORE IT CONTROLS YOU. (Star Wars: The High Republic: The Eye of Darkness | George Mann)

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You know something i haven't seen a lot of people talking about? Hunter's screams. That shit was so unnerving. Hearing his voice break, his strangled, choked cries of pain??? No wonder Crosshair was traumatised if that was the conditioning. Shit was nasty.

#the bad batch season 3 spoilers #tbb spoiler

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You did, you loved, your feet

are sore. It's dusk. Your daughter's tall.

Text from Thomas Lux's poem A Little Tooth

#the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #tbb season 3 spoilers #tbb spoilers #tbb season 3

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#captain rex #ahsoka tano #tbb spoilers #the bad batch #sw tbb #the bad batch spoilers #implied spoilers at least #tbb s3 spoilers