#clone wars RP blogs

[jangosboyz]

Welcome to the RP Blogs of the GAR

We'll be adding to this post as things change, but for now... Enjoy the RP blogs of the clone boys we've got so far! Rules and FAQs will be built up as we go, but for now, see below!

The 501st

Kix: @i-outrank-everyone

Jesse: @arc-trooper-juicy-j

Tup: @tup-perware

Hardcase: @hardcase-ct-yolo

Dogma: @is-that-regulation

Hevy: @hevy-lifter

Echo: @idiot-tamer

Fives: @fives-but-a-10

Rex: @professional-tooka-herder

Commanders

Wolffe: @howl-like-u-mean-it

Fox: @a-1010-is-speaking

Thorn: @every-rose-has-one

Gregor: @its-capt-traitor-to-you

Hound: @massiff-daddy

Interaction Guidelines

Getting flirty/suggestive is cool, but please don’t get explicit with the boyz.

Muses on the dash, muns in the DMs. Pls don’t attempt to DM the boyz.

Feel free to tag us in fics, the muns love their muses and are thrilled to see new stories, but that doesn’t mean the boyz will respond…but they might 👀

Please feel free to tag us in art, so we can reblog it and show love to the artist.

Be polite in the askbox or you may get blocked. Thorn wields the Block Hammer just as well as his Z-6 😜

Please do not tag us in clonecest, incest, rexsoka, twincest, cloneshipping, or underage.

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[exile-of-dathomir]

[You open the door to the cafe, where the ambient lighting is soft and orange like the planet of a red sun. It's easy on the eyes, still illuminating the front counter plenty enough to see all the various food items for sale, and the menus where hundreds of drinks are carefully written out in chalk. The room is filled with mismatched tables and cozy booths, with a spiral staircase that leads up to a loft of couches. It smells incredibly good in here, like rich caf and baked things. A yellow, heavily tattooed zabrak stands at the counter, leaning on it while idly scrolling the holonet on a datapad. He looks up when you enter, smiling.]

“Hey come on in! I don't bite unless you ask nicely. A joke! Haha, just a joke, I swear. Don't be nervous, I'm always good to my customers. So welcome to the Twin Moons Cafe, what can I get you?”

((Welcome to the Twin Moons. This is an RP blog for the nightbrother Feral. All interactions and tagging @exile-of-dathomir assumes you've come up to the counter in person, unless you explicitly state otherwise, such as sending a comm message or holocall. Ask box is open for 'holonet' messages. If you want to RP without using reblogs, feel free to start a message chain on a post or DM. The cafe menu includes anything you want it to. The end of this post includes more helpful interaction advice.))

((Read below the cut for Feral’s backstory.))

Feral is friendly and chatty, don't be nervous, come on in! He'd love to make you a drink. ☕

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((tw: nightsister temple scene, graphically depicted.))

I'm laying on the cot in Viscus’s back room, the one reserved for the injured.

Only I'm not injured anymore, just… empty inside. I'd tried so damn hard to win the Selection, but it hadn't been enough.

The thing is… I've never wanted kids, okay, but Savage? He smiles the most when the littlest brothers are underfoot, and he's never been one to smile much in the first place.

So I had thought…

Better than half of the nightbrothers that are Selected never come back, but, a year later a new kid is dropped off in the village, often more than one, with familiar angles to their faces, to the shape of their eyes.

If someone was going away and probably not coming back? I wanted it to be me. I can't handle the idea of being the one to wait a year, hoping to see if a new little brother shows up, with yellow skin and big almond eyes and-

I wanted it to be me.

Despite being the fastest climber and one of the best archers in the village, I’d failed. The melee part of the selection, the Trial of Night especially, against that nightsister with the smokey voice…

I turn over in the cot, and bury my face in the rough spun fabric.

I'd failed, and she'd Selected my brother instead. The fuck was I supposed to do now? Pick a new sparring partner? Go hunting by myself?

Just… carry on, like half my heart wasn't missing?

The chair beside the cot creeks with the weight of someone sitting in it. I assume it's Viscus, come to kick me out, or Burn, here to bother me into doing anything else besides laying here until I stop breathing.

“I'm so sorry, Feral…” comes the soft, silky voice of Rend.

I roll over, despite the fact that I probably look like shit, because this is the one person who might have answers for me.

Rend smiles when I do, but her lilac eyes don't crinkle at the corners like a real one. Good try though.

“Is he still…? Are they going to…” I have to ask.

Sometimes nightbrothers come home after the Selection. It's not… it's not unheard of.

“I don't know,” she replies, reaching out to stroke cold fingers over my forehead, passing her wrinkled knuckles under the line of my horns. “The Nightmother’s inner circle are preparing him for something, the rest of us aren't privy to what.”

I clear my throat, swallowing around a heavy thickness that clings to it. “Is that… normal? Does it mean anything?”

Rend shakes her head, the small, enchanted bells on her shawl sending out eddies in the force. A sound I've long associated with wise words and unusual kindness. “It can be… it depends on what sort of Selection it was.”

I sit up, gripping the edge of the cot. Her evasive words aren't helping.

“Is it normal for when they're going to use one of us as a stud? Or is it something else?” I ask, trying to keep my tone even.

I'm terrified. Hopeful. Terrified of being hopeful.

“No. It's not something generally done when a nightbrother is brought to the temple for procreation,” she admits.

I let go of the cot’s edge in favor of dropping my head into my hands.

Maybe… maybe.

Maybe he's coming back. Maybe I won't have to try and raise my nephews while trying not to scream inside everytime I look at them. Maybe I won't have nephews.

Would that be better… or worse?

Rend sits down on the cot beside me, the cloth arm of her deep red robes coming over my back like a blanket. “Oh Feral… you should have been born on Rattatak or Iridonia.”

“I'm not weak!” I hiss, trying not to be offended. She's not… wrong.

“No,” Rend agrees softly, “you're one of the best warriors in the village. It doesn't change the fact that your soul is… gentle. Warm.”

“Being warm didn't win me the Selection, so what's it worth?” I mutter.

The nightsister snorts. “You wanted to be Selected?”

“... I want to have been Selected instead of Savage,” I admit, rubbing at my eyes tiredly.

Rend sighs, like the very idea of it makes her even more tired than I am. “Go home. Get some rest. If I find out anything about your brother, I'll come let you know, alright?”

I manage a thin smile up at her, then take her thin fingers in mine to kiss the back of her knuckles. “Thank you nightsister. I… thank you.”

She withdrawals to stand up, giving my shoulder one last squeeze. “Walk with the fanged god’s blessing, nightbrother.”

I watch her go, until the bright splash of her robes disappears around the corner. Viscus takes her place in the door frame, watching me silently with his kind, weathered eyes.

“You heard her, Feral. Go on home… and take care of yourself. You might have a maleling on your hands, come spring. Don't forget that,” he cautions me, in his gruff way.

I drag myself to my feet, buoyed just barely enough by the thought that maybe this was an unusual Selection, and the results might be unusual too. Maybe Savage will be back tomorrow, and we can go fishing like we'd planned…

I leave, but I don't make it home.

Halfway across the village, a pair of nightsister initiates come striding up to me.

“Follow,” says one, droll and bored.

“You have been summoned,” snaps the other.

I know better than to speak when sisters come calling with sneering looks and curt demands. With my head lowered I follow, but excitement churns in my guts.

Was I being called on to help Savage take his leave from the temple? Did they already… you know, and now they want someone to get him out of their way?

Maybe, maybe.

The two sisters direct me into a side seat on a transport spreeder, and take off. I watch Viscus, Rend, and the Comand brothers all rush forward, only to stop at the gate, watching us go.

I lean out to wave.

The ride across the continent goes fast on these speeders. Rather than a three day flight on a winged creature, or a week long run on a hooved one, the nightsisters’ transport gets us to the temple in a matter of hours.

“Follow,” the shorter one orders me.

For as many herb hunting trips as I've gone on for Rend and some of the other sisters, I've… never actually been to the temple. It's huge. I mean just… it's the whole mountain range. The statues that border it's entry are bigger than any creature I've ever seen.

We enter, and Domir’s red light is quickly replaced by the softer glow of lamps. I'm led to a room with nothing in it, just a nightsister waiting with a cup.

“Drink.” She hands it off to me, and leaves.

I sit down at the back wall, ready to wait patiently, hoping I'll get to see Savage soon. The drink tastes limey. A little too sweet for my tastes, but not noxious or anything.

I turn around as she goes, just about ready to brave asking a careful question or two, but all the witches have left. They close the door behind them, and I'm alone in a plain stone room.

Well… alright then.

Sipping idly at the cup, I wait.

I feel as if… he's alive. Maybe it's just wishful thinking, but it's like… I can feel him? Maybe it's not wishful thinking, sometimes I just know things.

As long as my brother is okay, I don't really care what happens next. I'll carry him back across the continent if I have to. I know he'd do the same for me.

I stop drinking the cup when I get tired of the flavor. It's too damn strong, honestly. Setting it aside is the last thing I remember before falling asleep.

Rough hands lift me upward under either arm, and I blink awake.

“Mmnh?” I ask, disoriented.

“Silence, nightbrother,” says one of the women holding me.

Ughl. I feel… unwell. What was in that drink?

The nightsisters drag me out of the room, which is a good thing, because I don't think I can stand. We don't go far, really. One long hallway and a few doors down, and they come to a stop. Then they just… stand there.

What are we waiting for exactly?

“Bring in the prisoner,” I hear, in that nightsister’s voice. “Now… for the final test.”

Prisoner? The fuck.

The two witches bearing me up start forward again, dragging me into a room scrawled with ritual circles and ichor and all manner of nightmagick tools.

I look up, confused, because… because I feel my brother, but I don't see him.

The two sisters drop me on the stone floor before those gathered, then retreat to the sides. I'm honestly a little dizzy, but I look up, waiting to see what they want from me, looking for-

It's the eyes that I recognize first. His markings are in shadow, and his frame is… different, but it's him.

“Savage!”

The hulking man that looks down on me just… stares. Wordless.

“Now,” says the woman, with words like syrupy poison, “kill him.”

My jaw drops of its own accord. She can't be serious, can she? He would never.

I look from the nightsister back to my brother, waiting to see what the plan is. If he wants to try fighting our way out… well the odds suck, but I'm willing to try.

Savage looks back at me and just… growls, softly.

I hadn't noticed it before, too caught up in feeling sick and confused and hopeful, but my brother feels…

…absent.

Oh fuck.

This is nightmagick.

“Savage? Y-you know me…”

Nothing.

“I’m your kin!”

Nothing.

Savage’s eyes narrow, and again he growls, soft and low in his chest. He makes no move to gut me, at least.

“Do not do this!” I encourage.

Gods be good, he'd never forgive himself. I'd rather jump from the top of gorgara falls than let him-

“I said kill him,” the nightsister orders, smacking my brother across the face.

It barely moves him. He's like a mountain onto himself with… whatever it is they've done to him.

He never looks away from me, and I refuse to look away from him.

‘Come on brother’, I will toward him, ‘It's me.’

With a lurch, he steps forward, reaching out. For a few beautiful seconds I think he's going to pick me up and run…

His hand slips around my throat.

“No!” I cry out, horrified.

“Mnnngg…”

“Brother,” I beg as he lifts me, “Brother please.”

“You,” he rumbles, caustic and hateful, “make. Weakling.”

I try calling his name, my nails scrabbling at his forearm as the hand that had patched my wounds a hundred times instead squeezes the life out of me.

I feel my neck break with a sickening crunch I can taste, and suddenly my world narrows down to what I can see, which grows dimmer, and what I can hear, which grows quieter.

I can feel nothing of my body besides the skin on my face, and even that is fading.

The world spins, and my cheek is pressed to the cold stone floor.

“Good,” the nightsister with the smokey voice croons. “Very good…”

“You will learn to draw your strength from your emotions...”

“Hate will feed you….”

“Never sympathize with the enemy…”

“Not even for a moment…”

“Yes. Sister.”

Hate…? Hate is difficult to feel. Maybe I'm inured to the average nightsister's casual cruelty, but what I'm feeling right now as I die… it's not hate.

It's grief.

Gods why… why did they make him…

… and then, suddenly, everything is pain.

I jerk, screaming. Howling. Incoherently and uncontrollably writhing.

My limbs are fire, my gut is lightning, every breath is sand and grit. I scream for so long and so hard that I lose sense of time and direction.

“I'm so sorry, oh winged goddess forgive me, I had to try. What did I do wrong? I was so careful…”

I scream.

And scream.

And scream.

“I shouldn't have… This spell… I shouldn't have…”

That's… that's… I know that voice.

I draw in a deep breath, and force myself to shut up. It hurts even more, and I barely manage it, but what else is there?

More screaming? Forever?

“Rrrr,” I try, but speaking is ridiculously difficult. “Rrre… reennnn…”

A gasp. Hands on my shoulders. Her pale face comes into view, framed by the red-orange sky.

“Feral?” she asks, thin brows turned up with fear and hope, “Please. Please tell me you're in there?”

In where? I try to ask but it comes out like gravel poured off a cliff.

Rather than try and talk when it just isn't working, I reach up to cup her wrinkled cheek. My hand shakes, covered in dirt, with too-long claws and streaks of ichor, but I manage it.

Gently, I stroke a thumb over her cheek. “Rr-rrennnnd.”

The nightsister’s lilac eyes fall closed, and she holds my hand to her face with one of her own. “It's okay… it's okay. I'll heal more of you, just… stay calm, alright? Don't think too hard.”

I can barely think in the first place, so that's doable.

Exhausted, and still in unholy amounts of pain, I relax as best I can. I don't… remember how I got hurt this bad, but I'm glad Rend was on hand or I'd probably be dead.

Where is… um. Where is…

There's someone else I'm looking for.

My thoughts drift like clouds, uncoordinated and ever shifting. Incohesive.

I feel like I'm lifted, energy raising me up, moving me. Night falls, and we pass into a village of some sort. My legs feel like I'm being passively electrocuted.

A nightbrother comes into view above me. Older, but handsome. He has kind eyes.

“What have you done, nightsister?” he asks, raw and quiet.

“He didn't deserve… I can't help- mn. But I could help him,” Rend replies, from somewhere near my head.

“Sister…” the man starts, fearful, “If one of the Nightmother's inner circle return to the village and see him here…”

“I know,” she says, swallowing, “believe me, I know. I'll… figure something out.”

“One of the other enclaves?” he asks.

“... no,” Rend replies slowly, “I don't think that will be enough.”

“Then what?” the man asks, laying a hand on my head, fingers threaded gently between the horns.

“... I'll come up with something.”

I fade out after that, weary to my bones from fighting the endless twitching in my limbs, bearing myself as steadily as I can, despite the cold fire in my fingers.

The next time I wake up, I'm… elsewhere.

I shiver, automatically clutching at the blankets piled on me. Footsteps echo on metal, low voices talking, too distant to hear.

A hand lands on my forehead, like they're checking my temperature.

I open my eyes, looking upward at the person. It's a nightsister. She smiles at me.

I know her… don't I know her?

“Where am I?” comes out of my throat more like ‘wheremm iiii?’ but it's better than before.

“We're on a starship, Feral. In orbit. Have you ever been up here before?”

Now that she says it, I can feel… I can feel that home is down. I hate it.

“I want to ggg-go home,” I tell her, cringing at the rust in my voice. “My t-throat hurts.”

The woman makes a horrible face for just a moment, then gathers me close. I'm… being hugged. It's nice.

“I'm sorry your throat hurts,” she croaks, “The magick that… fixed it… was born of our planet. Taking you away from that is… well I would prefer not to, but it's not safe for you anymore. I have to take you somewhere else.”

I can barely understand what she's saying. That was so many words in a row. A noise escapes me, unhappy and forlorn. I don't want to go somewhere else. I want to go back to… to…

“Nightsister,” I say, then pause to cough, “wwwhat is our planet called? My h-head is…”

The woman lays me back, such strength in her arms even though she's aged. With lines like that in her skin, she must be pushing several centuries.

“I know you,” I tell her, distressed. “But I- I-”

“Shhh,” the sister tells me, “your mind will heal, but it will take time. I'm Rend. We're from Dathomir. You're… the best assistant I've ever had, honestly.” She makes a sad little hiccup, trying to smile and failing. “Our medicinal stores have never been better, but apparently that doesn't matter to those- those- …nevermind. Just rest, alright?”

I want to say no, but I'm already slipping away again.

I'm Feral. Her name is Rend. Dathomir. Home is Dathomir.

I'm Feral.

She's Rend.

Home is Dathomir.

I repeat these to myself, desperately holding on to the only three thoughts in my head.

The flight to wherever we're going takes a while. I can't really keep track of the hours, nevermind the days, but it feels like it's been ages.

I relearn how to walk. How to drink. How to hold a stylus. How to put on clothes. It's horrible. I'm either confused, embarrassed, or both ninety percent of the time.

There's only one other person on the ship, the pilot. A very old nightbrother, older than I'd ever seen before. He doesn't talk much. Apparently they're old friends, with enough favors owed that neither keeps track anymore.

He's nice to me, but distant.

I'm more awake than asleep during the day by the time we come out of hyperspace near… wherever we've been heading to. While the ship lands, Rend helps me get dressed in new clothes.

“These are uh, k-kinda ugly,” I tell her, frustrated that I still can't stop stuttering.

She laughs, patting me on the cheek and straightening the vest like I'm a youngling. “I have to make you less pretty, you know. You’ll attract too much attention with that smile of yours, hm? Try to look grumpy and dull while we go through customs for me ”

I side eye her. “What's a customs?”

“It's a… security check, to make sure people visiting a place aren't bringing things that aren't supposed to be there,” Rend explains. “Coruscant is very strict about such things.”

“We're going to… kor-sant… then?” I ask. Never heard of it, honestly.

She steps back, looking at me sadly. “There's going to be a lot of new things to get used to here, but I've a friend who's going to help you get settled.”

I shift uncomfortably. “... not you?”

The nightsister shakes her head, making the little bells of her shawl tinkle and chime. “The Nightmother will look for me eventually. Nothing slips by her. If I stayed, it would leave a trail right back to you.”

“... and that's… bad?” I ask, still not understanding.

Rend’s expression twists in anger for a split second, but she hides it by looking away. I can still feel it though.

“Nevermind all that, Feral. There's a new life waiting for you here. Focus on the future, okay?”

“... alright.”

Everything goes really fast after that. The ship lands and the airlock spills us out in a busy place that the pilot calls a ‘spaceport’. Rend holds my hand, leading me through ‘customs’ and the dense crowds, showing papers to different people, and exchanging little metal bars for passage.

We go from spaceport to tram, from tram to elevator, and from there we walk.

In a matter of hours we've gone from the quiet little cabin where I relearned how to lace my boots, through a maelstrom of places unlike anything I'd ever seen outside of holos, to a quiet little living room with a tall, strange woman.

“Feral, this is Hexa, she's a pau’an, and an old acquaintance of mine,” Rend tells me, “You're going to stay with her while you get back on your feet.”

I'm on my feet right now, but the joke seems like low hanging fruit. “Hello Hexa… thank you for your help.”

She smiles with a mouth full of needle teeth, the lines along her pale skin bending with the muscles beneath. “Oh I'm glad to have you, really. I've been thinking about hiring help to run the shop, even held a few interviews… but I haven't found the right person. Rend says you're a deft hand with herbs and spices?”

“Ahh, yes ni-” I cut off, unsure what to call a female from another species. She's not a nightsister… is she? “... Hexa. I um… I like plants.”

The pau’an raises a lined brow at Rend, who snorts. “You'll need to teach him all the names you use, and the proportions you want, but Feral was the best herbalist’s assistant I've had in ages. He has a talent for it.”

I really don't know what's going on. It sounds like the nightsister has found a place for me to live, and a job for me to do, but… anxiety turns over in my gut. She's going to leave.

I don't want her to leave.

“Well alright,” Hexa says thoughtfully. “We can surely try. If you're not suited, I know a tailor looking for a bit of help too.”

“I can sew,” I offer, “but working with plants sounds better.”

The tall woman nods, resettling her feathered jacket she gestures me forward with one long nail. “Come on then m’dear. I'll show you the shop, the undercroft, and the little studio basement I've got set up for you.”

I turn to Rend as Hexa walks away, heading down a set of stairs to the level below. The nightsister smiles at me, nodding toward the staircase. I bow my head, accepting the order. What else can I do?

As it turns out, the shop downstairs is a cafe, featuring a galactic variety of beverages and lighter fare for sale. As Rend had hoped, my half remembered talents with dathomirian herbs did translate to making the various brews, though not as much to the baking.

Rend leaves the next morning, but promises to visit, and I settle into the studio beneath the cafe as best I can. I own nothing but the contents of a duffle bag.

This is how I come to work at the Twin Moons Cafe.

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RP interaction guide:

Feral doesn't know anyone except Rend and Hexa. If you're a person from his past, you'll have to help him remember you. He is especially excited to see other dathomirians.

OCs, yourself, other RP blogs, and multiple-versions of the same canon characters are WELCOME. Feral will have individual friendships/rivalries/fights with each person without mentioning the other instances. He may have multiple adventures, romances, and even brothers at the same time. Every RPer gets a fresh instance of Feral, right off the ship and new to the city, unless requested otherwise or a group tag chain is started.

[ ] indicates narration, "" is dialogue. You can format your own posts anyway you like though.

//Indicates a file, images, holo, vid, or holonet link on a text communication.

Explicit or highly emotional engagements may be moved to DM.

Minors DNI. Adults RPing minors are welcome for wholesome interaction.

There are no timeline constraints. You can be from kotor era, the rebellion era, or any other time, just establish this with him and he'll follow your lead.

Don't speak for, react for, think for, or otherwise drive other characters. Only your own.

Describe what you look like when you walk in, especially your clothes, vibes, and species. Feel free to be excessive, since your first tag will be the header for the rest of the reblog chain, and will make an easy reference point for your appearance, abilities, attitude, etc. Time of day is also helpful, but the cafe is always open.

(( )) indicates out of character communication. Tags are also generally ooc.

If you're wondering 'does this guy want to even talk to me?' the answer is YES. Even if you just stop in one time for a cup of caf, Feral wants to talk to you.

#zabrak #dathomir #rp blog #feral opress #nightbrother feral #nightbrothers #nightbrother #nightsisters #nightsister #role play #role play blog #star wars role play #minors dni #star wars rp #Coruscant #clone wars #star wars #star wars legends #darth maul #savage opress #the fanged god #winged goddess #bogan #ashla #nightmagick #dathomirian #dathomiri #coffee shop au

[clone-trooper-tech]

#the bad batch #clone trooper tech #rp blog #star wars #clone force 99 #tbb spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #ask rp blog #star wars the clone wars #tech #star wars rp #star wars the bad batch #bad batch spoilers #spoilers

[friggin-caf-room]

Funny Roleplay Moment between @488th-theblackoutsquad and @na-talia-journey

English version of the text is

"Damn street rat! I WILL TURN YOU INTO A BATHROOM BRUSH!" Rookie cursed as he hit the animal with the chain of his aerial lotus, "Free him, evil Sith rat!!"

#rp blog #oc blog #locitapurplepink #cat-cucumber-salad #funnies #the bad batch #the bad batch ocs #star wars #clones #the clone wars

[blasters-and-sabers]

Intro

Welcome to blasters-and-sabers. This here blog is a multi-muse star wars OC blog, penned by Pumpkin (20-25. She/her). This blog is canon, crossover and OC friendly! This blog is mostly focused on the prequels, originals and the clone wars series, and possibly Rebels too. Sorry for not including the sequels but I'm just not as into them. I will add other series in once I have seen them.

Follows and likes from: @go-punk-pumpkin-spice

RULES

MUSES:

VESPER

JUNO

BELLE

All the images of these three were made using this:

Star wars avatar maker

ATZA (art by me)

Other:

MEMES

STARTERS

#new rp blog #rp promo #star wars rp #star wars rp blog #star wars oc #star wars original trilogy #star wars prequel trilogy #star wars clone wars #star wars

[sunshinesdaydream]

So thanks to @ladyzirkonia poking and Wrecker @kersplosion99 drinking with the regs he’s gotten- well, sort of flirty.

#mun posting rp blog #star wars #the clone wars #the bad batch #clone trooper wrecker

[mistress-shaak-ti]

Jedi council member, Master Shaak Ti, at your service.

The clones informed me of a new way to contact them and others across the Galaxy.

As long as your respectful and kind you are welcome here..

Captains/Commanders

@501st-rexster

Clones (my children)

@echolastofthedominos

My Son

@tinyfett

my former padawan

@amadea-tiin

Rp blog rules, HCs and other info under cut

~_~_~_~

Rules: will interact with most posts.. nothing explicitly inappropriate. You will be ignored.

Headcannons

When interacting with other blogs, The AU may change.. Shaak Ti could have survived order 66 depending on the story line in the Rp thread or with other blogs~

Shaak Ti is still figuring out how this new platform works! She might as you questions about it or about other things in the Galaxy!

#Shaak Ti #rp blog #the clone wars

[janewaylineage]

Kyttana DeCroix

“Call me that again you might lose a finger…or a whole hand. I’m still deciding on it.”

Full Name: Kyttana “Kytta” DeCroix

Age: 20’s?

Sexuality/Romantic Orientation: Demisexual/Demiromantic Biromantic/Bisexual

Title/Alias: (Current)Bounty hunter: Phantom (Former)Padawan Kyttana

Force Sensitivity or Not?: yes

Evil, good, neutral, or both?: neutral

Species: human

Gender: questioning. (she/shock)

Home Planet: Aris

Occupation: (Current) Bounty Hunter (Former) Padawan

Weapon(s): Primary: blasters Secondary: lightsabers

| “You think the war matters to me? Since when?”  |

Voiceclaim: n/a

Appearance: drawing in process/to be posted soon

Clothing: dip/tbps

Personality: Short tempered, quick witted, closed off, quick on her feet, usually distant yet she can be rather caring and give decent advice if you manage to break her walls and gain her trust. She’s very skeptical of people and prefers to do things on her own unless it benefits her in some way, she’s close with the person or has no other choice. Shock refrains as much as possible from making attachments so shock tries not to work with the same person more that a small handful of instances. shes the kind of person to be quiet and listen rather than start a conversation, but will interject and throw sarcastic comments if shock feels up to it.

Strengths: • close ranged/hand-to-hand combat • quick learner • Determination • Patience

Weaknesses/flaws: • short tempered • doesnt take criticism well • Distrusting • Stubborn • easily bored

Fears: • fear of creating attachments and loosing them • astrophobia - fear of lightning • haphephobia - fear of being touched • eisoptrophobia - fear of mirrors

Bio/Backstory: Kytta started out as a young padawan before the clone wars started, shock was a very curious learner though she tended to be quite the risk taker which put shock in some dangerous situations. When the clone wars had started, Kytta and shocks master Daijiro went out on a mission. The details of the mission have long since been muddied but the jist of it went that their ship got attacked, forcing them to land. A sith started a battle with an already wounded master Armada and his padawan, ending with his death. When kytta was about to be picked up and taken back home to the temple, she caught wind that she was being accused for the death of her master and fled. she lost trust in the council since then.

At some point in time Kytta had met a woman shock grew fond of, they had seemingly grown close until the woman was no longer in her life. It’s an event she prefers not to talk about, like most things in her life.

Family: (Mother/creator)- n/a (Father/creator)- n/a

Master: Daijiro Armada (oc)

Apprentice: none

Love Interest: Open ended? (At some points it was Anakin then Rex but honestly it could be anyone)

Headcanons/Extra things: • Carries an old hologram image of herself and her former master • has a soft spot for found family but is very awkward around kids. • normally calm and mellow but when shock gets genuinely angry she will be a bit unhinged.

| “Hey, I won’t kill you, as long as you tell me what I need.”  |

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[ct-7045]

Screw's blog masterpost

Well, hello there. I'm Screw, designation CT-7045, of the 501st Legion. Torrent Company, specifically. My batchmates are troopers Tup and Dogma.

A few of my brothers have convinced me into creating this blog on the holonet. Fives said it would be good for me to interact with civvies? Don't know about that, but this seemed fun all the same.

Asks are open! I think! Whatever those are!

《Mun speaks: Hey hiya thanks for visiting! This is my clone oc screw and I decided to make a rp blog for him. But i'm inexperienced at this whole thing fyi (as evidenced by my lack of lots of content lol). main blog: @salubriousbean

If you don't want to scroll past long rp chains you can block the tag #tcw rp , I'm pretty sure I've tagged all of them and this masterpost lol with that tag

I'll add more to this masterpost as I think of things I promise. Q&A's and other info under the cut so y'all know what the kriff is going on:

/\ = signifies a POV change, like Screw's POV to a third person POV and vice versa (at least for this blog idk about other rp blogs)

《 》 = mun speaks (personal preference for these symbols I just like them, also just for this blog idk about other rp blogs)

questions n stuff (agh sorry about the capitalization, it's wack):

Are you open to rp with other blogs?

lol I don't even know why I included this question as I'm too chicken to tag anyone to rp with

but yes! I'd love to rp with you as long as it's appropriate. I will also only answer appropriate (ex. sfw) asks. disclaimer: responses may take a little longer as I've got a wack schedule but I'll do my best

Is this canon compliant?

if I'm being honest, not usually, but it depends on if I'm rp-ing with someone who is being canon compliant. This is kind of an au (considering that Tup and Dogma are the only ones left of their batch if my knowledge is correct, so Screw wouldn't exist. but he does here ahahahhaha). Also in this au I've decided that domino squad all survives and all become ARCs, huzzah! This is all sort of just bending canon lol

How did Screw get his name?

That's actually one of my wips, I'll link to it when it's finished (here's a snippet!) (btw it includes Fordo and Alpha-17, more not really canon compliant stuff (??) but who cares? not me!)

What does Screw look like?

I promise I'll add a photo of him to this post . . . as soon as I finish it that is . . . Anyways he uses a DC-17 like his two batchmates. He originally was going to cut his hair shorter like Dogma's, but Tup convinced Screw to grow his hair out like with him. It's not quite as long as Tup's yet, but it's getting there. It's longer than regulation, so Tup and Screw can tie most of it up if they want, but not all of it yet.

Screw and Tup also came up with the teardrop tattoo idea and they're proud of it. I'm currently brainstorming tattoo ideas for him.

He has a large scar across his face, from his forehead, across the bridge of his nose, and off his cheek. He got it in their squad's first posting, where they lost the other members.

(The following is subject to change) Screw's helmet is painted to kind of match his scar, but symmetrical, it almost looks like a peace sign on the front. His armor is pretty random, he has two big stars on his knee plates, an intricate star on one of his shoulders, and the other shoulder is solid blue. On the top of his chest plate is some clouds, with lightning and raindrops coming down from them. On the back of one of his hand plates is Tup's teardrop, and on the other is Dogma's chevron. On one of his forearms are patterns from his other two squadmates' armor (the ones who are no longer with them), and other patterns from other clones who have made a difference in Screw's life. On the other of his forearms is Ahsoka's markings, and some other TBD markings. The rest of his armor is TBD

What's Screw's personality like?

He, uh, let's just say he's got a loose screw or two. Also I have taken large chunks of my personality and made it his personality too. so there's that.

Screw likes cool stories (they live in his head rent-free) and he was able to bond with Hardcase over explosions. and once he met Fives, he was a teensy bit less lax with rules, but Dogma gently reminds him here and there when needed.

The 501st is all convinced that Screw also had a leak in his growth jar, like Hardcase, 'cause how else could you explain all his randomness and occasional chaos? However, this leak thing has never been officially confirmed by the Kaminoans. But Kix said "Most likely." so it's basically confirmed. at least for the 501st.

Screw also has trouble going to bed/sleeping at normal hours. A lot of the times he's up late, with only Rex up too, doing reports and captain stuff. Screw would love to go spend time with his Captain but he's a bit (socially) anxious, like Tup, so he's too scared to ask. luckily, those late nights are perfect for blogging. Though Screw does have trouble waking up in the morning. Also sometimes he gets matching headaches with Tup, and less frequently, Dogma.

Screw loves his brothers, especially his two other batchers (platonically, no cloneshipping here). He's also fascinated with mando'a, he thinks the language is really cool and already mostly knows it. He's a slight nerd and will sometimes hyperfixate on various topics. Likes learning new words. painted a mouse droid once and named it Slayer. And named a mop Enrad. Screw is also besties with 99 (and Omega a bit) :>

Thanks for reading all this guys, I'm excited to develop my boy's character some more and have some fun with him!》

#clone trooper Screw #tcw rp #mun speaks #the 501st #clone oc #star wars the clone wars #sw tcw #clone trooper oc #rp blog #the tags are an interdimensional space where sometimes the muse is speaking n sometimes the mun is and sometimes it's both at once

[vgilantee]

*sigh* when will it be my turn for rp nonnies to come to my blog and pretend to be my lover cody? or maybe rex, or obi-wan, or someone's clone oc?

#char rambles #NOT A SERIOUS POST #i know i'm not a star wars dedicated blog and this is not a serious post #this is a joking woe-is-me post because someone i follow hit 500 and has rp nonnies as clones congratulating them

[coffeeandbatboys]

MASTERLIST

270 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION MASTERLIST | 300 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION MASTERLIST

Featured Masterlist: Clones

RP BLOGS

Characters I Write For

Marvel

Matt Murdock, Bucky Barnes, Peter Quill, comics Clint Barton (platonic for MCU)

Star Wars

Poe Dameron, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Clones

Top Gun

Maverick Mitchell, Bradley Bradshaw

DC

Jason Todd, Wally West, Roy Harper

Misc.

Steve Harrington, Ponyboy Curtis,

Rules

Fem!reader only. I do not write nsfw, toxic relationships or age gaps. Aside from the angsty sad fics this is a wholesome fic blog.

Prompts: drabbles | songs

An Actual Banana Pudding Recipe

Tags:

Mutuals

#coffee’s cowgirl shit

header by @saradika-graphics

#marvel #matt murdock x reader #peter quill #guardians of the galaxy #matt murdock #star lord #peter quill x reader #daredevil #top gun #star wars #the outsiders x reader #ponyboy curtis #Ponyboy x reader #Wally west x reader #Roy harper x reader #jason todd x reader #poe dameron x reader #maverick mitchell x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #bucky barnes x reader #clint barton x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan kenobi fluff #obi wan kenobi

[exile-of-dathomir]

[It's a slow afternoon. The breakfast crowd came and went, dozens of to-go orders of caf and enough quiche to satisfy a rancor. The lunch crowd too, with a much higher percentage of smoothies, but plenty of caf too.]

[He's waiting for it to be dinner time, or more accurately after-dinner time. This is when the tea drinkers come in, with their fun special requests and mellow vibes.]

[Honestly, it's that crowd, and the late-night folks, that are his favorite. It's a perk of whatever magick that Rend used to heal him, but he gets to enjoy all the various crowds because he barely sleeps.]

[...or maybe the nightmares are why he barely sleeps. Ah well.]

chiiiing~~

[Feral looks up from a half doze when the door chimes. A customer walks in, a fashionable pantoran with high heeled boots and rainbow chromatic piercings.]

"Welcome to Twin Moons!" he says, perking up. "What can I get for you?"

[The man hums and haws over the decaf mocha varieties, but eventually makes their pick, pays for it, and wanders off upstairs. With that, Feral sits back down on the stool by the register, propping his elbows on the counter.]

[It's almost always chill in the cafe, never really gets slammed, but hopefully the dinner crowd comes soon. He's bored and sleepy.]

[Feral goes back to dozing, waiting for the next person to come in.]

#rp blog #check pinned post for rp info #nightbrother feral #star wars #twin moons cafe #zabrak #dathomir #nightbrother #nightsisters #star wars rp #coffee shop au #sith #jedi #Coruscant #caf #nightmagick #savage opress #darth maul #clone wars #star wars legends #lower levels #Coruscant underworld #dathomirians #another lost son of dathomir #amnesia #the force #dead or alive? yes #mother talzin #asajj ventress #tales of feral

[clone-trooper-tech]

Update.

I suppose I should offer a few explanations for my extended absence.

When I logged my last entry to the holonet, we were embarking on our mission to rescue Hunter from Kamino, a trap orchestrated by Crosshair to capture the rest of us, albeit quite predictable.

Well, since that fateful day we have been laying low. Our presence in Tipoca City during its destruction has left us presumed deceased by the Empire. Or so we hope.

Most recently, we attempted to pirate the remains of Count Dooku’s war chest on Serenno. As the contents of his war chest could prove to be quite lucrative. I will spare the details. The mission was rather uneventful.

I am now suffering at the behest of a fractured femur and will be immobile for, as I have calculated, approximately twelve standard weeks. My overall recovery time will last several more months (around four to six by Galactic standards).

I am not asking for pity or expressions of sympathy. Injuries such as these are to be expected in our line of work. I merely need to keep busy and ask for your company via the Holonet during this painstakingly long recovery.

- Tech

#(asks are open!) #the bad batch #clone trooper tech #rp blog #star wars #clone force 99 #tbb spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #ask rp blog #star wars the clone wars #tech #star wars rp #star wars the bad batch #ask meme #bad batch spoilers #spoilers #tech bad batch

[meme-force-99]

Hi y’all. This is… just the coolest darn thing ever. Your posts always crack me up and I’m so amazed at your cleverness and hard work. I used to do LOTR RP (in the early 2000s 🥴) and had no idea it still existed in this format. 🥹 Makes me so happeh! I feel like I want to know everything about your behind the scenes work and thoughts and all of it. 🤓 Y’all do such a wonderful job. *Anyway*… no real point to this other than general love, appreciation, and commendation. ☺️😘

Thank you, ma'am. That's good to hear. Unfortunately, some of what goes on here is classified, and—

(Echo's Mun) Echo, as long as she isn't asking who we really are behind the scenes, it's all good.

Thanks for the kind words, Free! Getting to "be" these characters on "their" blogs is a lot of fun for us. We would love to be able to crawl into an episode of The Clone Wars or The Bad Batch and talk to these people ourselves, so being able to do that for everyone else feels pretty good.

We look forward to hearing from you more in the future...ma'am! 😉

#meme force 99 #from the mun/ooc #echo the bad batch

[youjustfeelthemforever]

ALRight bestie, can i get uhhh context??? i only know like 2 guys from the incorrect quotes yall are messing around with, who are these guys???? <- wants to know how to picture em lol

also been so fun readiing the shenanigans hahaha

OKAY SO

Uhhh Chrumblr server RP got kinda out of hand haha and now we've got this whole plot and an ever-growing cast of characters that currently consists of

Nia Rosewood - Chaos's oc, everyone's little sister (one is younger than her and that's irrelevant haha)

Venatrix - Vixen and Chaos's shared oc, angry murder girl.

Nightwing, aka Dick Grayson - The big brother, nobody knows his true identity but they get why he's hiding it.

Grillface and Sploto - Kirbe's ocs. Creachers. Sploto is a very cat-like in manner kirbe and Grillface is a thief of a waddle dee.

Arrio McKay, aka Spellblazer - You know the Best Boy (>:D). Did his best to avoid letting people know he was a superhero but ultimately failed when he set his hands ablaze and threatened to light Peter on fire (they don't get along).

Peter Parker, aka Spiderman - Classic Gen-Z, opposes murder (as do a few others), a certified little shit. Doing his best to hide his superhero identity. Hates Arrio as much as Arrio hates him (LET THE RECORD SHOW THAT PETER CAUSED THE INCITING INCIDENTS OF THEIR INITIAL CONFRONTATION).

Matt Murdock, aka Daredevil - Might as well be Peter's dad. Blind but has heightened senses. Helping Peter keep their cover as heroes.

Lieutenant Strike - Moob's Star Wars oc. No-nonsense clone, extremely confused with all these Earthlings. (Why don't they know what a holo-map is??? Are they stupid???) Perhaps not as perpetually angry as she seems to be.

Raoul de Chagny - Terrified sobbing French man who loves his wife.

Christine Daaé - Terrified-but-better-at-hiding-it French (actually Swedish tho) woman who loves her husband. Often tries to stop fights between Peter and Arrio, usually fails (by no fault of her own - those two are wild).

(Note from blog author: Raoul and Christine are under the protection of the entire group. Hurt them and suffer the consequences.)

Maddox Darling - Christi's Star Wars oc. Due to time shenanigans I don't understand (lmao), is friends with Strike in the future. Strike is extremely confused.

Basically the plot is these characters all showed up in a small town in the middle of nowhere with no memory of how they got there, and now they're trying to figure out where they are and how to get back to their respective universes without killing each other (looking at Peter and Arrio). Also some of them are starting to realizing that they may or may not be fictional, but those who were elsewhere at the time of the discovery still have no idea.

So uh that's basically it I think? It's kind of a lot but we're having a blast lmao. People keep joining and adding characters and it's really chaotic and fun haha.

Also, completely unrelated but WE GOT ANOTHER ONE BOYS (you know what I'm talking about heheh)

#chaos is our unofficial but unchallenged director lmao #we appreciate her very much #*looks directly at Chaos* (i know you're reading this) #hehehehehe #my asks #incorrect chrumblr rp #chrumblr rp shenanigans #berryblu fren 🍓🫐

[clonewar]

✕ ⸻ CLONEWAR ⸻ multimuse canon & oc star wars rp ✕

 » written by: nika, 25, he/they

 »  TRIGGERS: SA, harm to children & pets, self-harm, extreme gore

 »  SHIPPING: I won’t write romantic or queer platonic partner ships with other writers unless they are 20 or older.

 »  RULES & MUSE ROSTER UNDER THE CUT

»  DESPITE BEING PRIMARILY A CLONE WARS ERA BLOG, I'M OPEN TO DEVELOPING AU VERSES TO MAKE INTERACTIONS EASIER.

RULES

01. Mutuals only (we both follow each other) for interactions. This applies to both ooc and ic interactions.

02. 18+ for general rp interactions, 20+ for nsfw rp interactions. I usually write fade to black but will write smut with trusted RP partners.

03. I do not write clone/clone, padawan/master or ahsoka/rex ships

04. DO NOT INTERACT if you are racist, Islampahobic, LGBT+phobic, ableist, are pro-Israel, pro-cop, pro-Trump, etc.

05. DO NOT INTERACT IF your primary muses are from shows such as Hazbin Hotel, Family Guy, Disney Channel shows (shows that are geared toward extremely young children such as Bluey), etc.

06. Keep call out posts away from me. I don't want to be involved with drama. The block button is free. Use it.

07. Duplicate friendly, oc friendly, and crossover/AU friendly.

08. Low activity. Do not spam me with "reminders" to reply.

ROSTER - PRIMARY (in order of most used)

Hunter / CT-9901 (canon) wiki article - headcanons

Wraith / CT-9906 (original character) about

Rex / CT-7567 (canon) wiki article - headcanons

Ahsoka Tano (canon) wiki article - headcanons

ROSTER - SECONDARY (in order of most used)

Brynn Hast (original character) about/info from his old blog

Din Djarin (canon) wiki article - headcanons

Cody / CC-2224 (canon) wiki article - headcanons

Grogu (canon) wiki article

ROSTER - BY REQUEST/WHEN THE MOOD STRIKES (in order of most used)

The rest of the Bad Batch & Omega (canon) wiki article - headcanons

Karan Jarrus (canon) wiki article - headcanons

Cad Bane (canon) wiki article - headcanons

Bly / CC-5052 (canon) wiki article - headcanons

Droids: R2D2, C3P0, BB8, BD1, Chopper, etc. (canon)

#star wars rp #clone wars rp #bad batch rp #star wars oc rp #tcw rp #mandalorian rp #star wars roleplay #about