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distortedclouds · 3 months

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These frames will never not fuck me up 🥲

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #104th

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bibannana · 11 months

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Wolffe *watching the 104th be a disorganised chaotic mess after hanging out with the 501st*: I'm basically an glorified, underpaid zoo keeper.

Rex *sipping caf, just watching the 501st corrupt any battalion they spend too much time around*: I believe you are more like the zoo exhibits Wolffe.

Wolffe *scowls*: Ha. Ha. Very funny.

Rex *grins*: I know.

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cosmicjoke · 3 months

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Do you think Levi has a favorite 104th member, and if so, who? I’m not sure whether “favorite” is the correct word, but I’ve always gotten the vibe that Levi really appreciates Connie and Jean

Hi again, and thank you for another ask!

It's interesting. I think Levi appreciates all of them for different reasons. Obviously, he values each of their lives equally. But there's certain members who he has maybe a closer or more complex relationship with. I think the person with whom his dynamic grows and changes the most is with Jean.

Jean started out pretty critical of Levi, when he saw him kill other people, and Jean himself went through a lot of quick changes from there regarding his perception of Levi and his respect for him. Levi never tried to force anything on Jean, and never tried to make him change or accept anything he himself didn't feel comfortable with, and I think Jean really appreciated that and understood fast what a good person Levi actually is. I think Jean learned to reassess his own judgmentalism when faced with Levi's lack of it. Jean's ultimate forgiveness of Reiner I think must have had something to do with the lessons he learned with Levi, too.

But yeah, I don't know if I could say Levi has a favorite, but like that one character chart that came out a few weeks back said, Levi trusted Jean and Connie to at least be objective when it came to Eren, etc... Whereas Mikasa and Armin he probably understood were a little too close to Eren to make good judgement calls about him.

I think it's interesting too though how Armin was the only one, initially, who didn't judge Levi for having to kill people. He's the only one who understood that it didn't just automatically make Levi a bad person, while Jean and Mikasa in particular were pretty much condemning Levi for it right off the bat, only to be placed into situations themselves where they had to kill or be killed. I think that lack of judementalism is a trait Levi and Armin share.

But yeah, Levi just strikes me as the sort of person who sees everyone as worthy of appreciation, in one way or another.

#Levi Ackerman #jean kirstein #connie springer #armin arlert #mikasa ackerman #eren yeager #104th #attack on titan #shingkei no kyojin

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giuliadrawsstuff · 1 year

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Levihan parents to the 104th is now CANON and I'm totally in for it

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#my art #attack on titan #official art #levihan #104th #survey corps #photograph #levi ackerman #hange zöe #mikasa ackerman #jean kirschstein #connie springer #armin arlert

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mamuzzy · 3 months

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Sinker it is, @babygirlbridger <3 Wolfpack is so out of my focus I actually had to rewatch the scenes with Sinker in, and OHBOY I'M IN LOVE. The designated cynical little shit <3 Also white haired character gets white eyelashes, that's the law.

Thank you for bringing me out of my comfort zone with this request~ <3

#clone trooper sinker #sergeant sinker #wolfpack #104th #the clone wars #tcw fanart #mamuzzy draws stuff #mamuzzy answers

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batchedzine · 10 months

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APPLICATIONS OPEN!

Thank you all so much for your patience! Applications for page artists, writers, chefs and merch designers are now open! In addition, the mods have decided to expand applications to include spot artists and writers! These contributors would be paired with someone else to create text like notes on a recipe (spot writer) or small art to illustrate a story or recipe (spot artist).

NOT ONLY THAT but there will also be TWO digital add-on portions to the zine! One for recipes that are all things baking, desserts, brunch, drinks and more! (More information on what can be submitted in the application).

The second add-on will be a Clone OC Showcase! Following the theme of the zine, contributors will be allowed to create artwork or stories for their OC's! Spot artists may also apply for the OC add-on and be paired with a writer to illustrate their writing.

You can apply for however many positions you would like but may be limited to where you are accepted due to only a certain amount of spots being available in the physical zine. The digital add-ons will have open spots.

APPLY HERE!

Thank you all for sticking with us as we got things organized, we really appreciate it and are excited to get this project going!

-The Batched Mod Team

#batched: a clones zine #sw tcw #sw tcw zine #star wars #star wars zine #sw the bad batch #sw the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #zine #fanzine #501st #212th #104th #41st #91st #Coruscant Guard #Kaminoan Guard

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distortedclouds · 2 months

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Wait so you're telling me

They all took off their ties and unbuttoned their shirts while drunk

But our two baby soon-to-be war criminals kept it nice and proper?!?

#attack on titan #Shingeki no kyojin #104th #eren #armin

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incorrect-clone-bros · 4 months

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Please help me find a fic!

It's a set of headcanons about how the clones would act around a flirty jedi reader. There were some headcanons about the bad batch in there too, what the other jedi would think of the reader, and some general stuff about the 501st, 212th, 104th, coruscant guard, etc. The only defining trait I remember from the whole post is there's a gif at the top which I'm pretty sure shows Wolffe with his helmet on - other than that I can't remember who wrote it or what the title is. Any help would be greatly appreciated!!

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stars-n-spice · 9 months

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Clone Shorts!!

Alright, since the survey showed that ya’ll are interested in purchasing a pair of the clone shorts, I went ahead and started to work on making the shop! I had family over and we were doing some traveling and shit, so I wasn’t able to work on it as much as I wanted to so I wasn’t able to put together a response to the poll until recently.

And since I want to make sure that the shorts are as much to your liking as possible, I created a survey to collect data on what the majority would like because there’s things like the back font or pricing that I need to figure out.

Also the printing company that I will be using has a specific way of creating shorts, so they won’t look exactly like the designs I originally made (as in they don’t have a way to make the shorts with the color on the lining). Just thought I’d give you a heads up!

They look like this, if you are curious! The website I'm using to design these doesn't have much choices for shorts and I'm only able to one kind of color, but at least they've got pockets!

So if you’re interested in a pair, please fill out this form! (There are like 4 questions, I promise it’s super short).

Also please reblog so that it gets out to as many people as possible, thank you! :D

#clone shorts #clone wars #tcw #star wars tcw #captain rex #bad batch #tbb #501st #212th #wolfpack #104th #coruscant guard #the bad batch #clone force 99

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bibannana · 1 year

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"When I said you had an old souI I didn't mean ancient you dusty bitch." - Wolffe to Fox.

Fox said he would rather spend a night in reading than to go out for drinks.

To be fair it is a good book and his brothers are loud

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staycalmandhugaclone · 1 year

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First Impressions - Tales with the 104th

Anyone curious about Doc's first introduction to the Wolf pack? My little rant with @actuallybarb and @altered-delta is to blame for this tangent, but I'll get back to Hunter now that I've scratched this itch.

While this chronologically takes place well before Doc joins CF99, I wouldn't recommend reading it until after reading up to Found Footage.

If you're new, this all starts with Touch Starved!

Warnings: TW: vague bugs

WC: 1,810

This was stupid… Kriff, this was the most idiotic thing I’d ever done… Coruscant… Why the kark was I on Coruscant? That jedi… he had a way of speaking that just seemed to make everything… make sense. Of course, I couldn’t stay on Agamar, it wasn’t safe for me there. Of course, the only way for me to continue helping the Republic was to join the GAR, I was a medic, after all… and what other battalion could I possible be assigned to but the one led by the very man who’d shot me down? The risk for being found out was too great if I ended up with anyone else…

Nothing about it had been wrong… I think that was the most frustrating part. Yes: his recommendations and gentle acceptance had likely been my best chance for any kind of meaningful existence outside the CIS, but listening to his calm voice walk me through it was very different from being here, garbed in the crisp white armor my neighbors once held synonymous with fear and oppression, treading toward the barracks of elite warriors trained to kill from the moment they could hold a gun with the expectation of them simply accepting a stranger to join their ranks… Confined to the medbay during the flight into Republic space, I’d barely seen anyone other than the Jedi General himself. But now...

My heart pounded as I tread down that final hall, straining not to show the slightly unnatural gait from the odd senselessness of my ankle. It wasn’t numb… but… it wasn’t right, either, and my body didn’t seem to know if it could trust the joint not to crumble at every step. Mind torn between focusing on steadying my strides and stilling the panic from chilling my veins, I didn’t notice the rhythmic sounds of quickly approaching footsteps racing after me until the thuds boomed mere yards behind me.

Shoulders snapping back, I darted around and froze. I hadn’t expected such a gleeful smile to pull at lips torn by such violent scars; hadn’t expected anyone here to smile at me like that at all…

“Oh good! I’ve been looking for you! Come here – I need your help!” I didn’t have time to react before he turned on his heel and began trotting brusquely back the way he’d come. My brows pulled together for just a moment, confusion robbing me of thought, but my body hesitantly moved forward to follow him.

The clone before me wore his hair shaved save for twin, crimson mohawks that matched the slight red tinting light brown eyes. The quiet giggle that caught in his throat as he led me back around a few turns told me everything I needed to know.

“Alright, listen: all I need you to do is wait right here.” He handed me a slim communicator, lips pulled into a grin so earnest, even the thick lines of scar tissue stretching up just shy of his eye couldn’t deter from the image of joyous ill-intent he portrayed. “When the others come – they’ll all have this color on their armor – just click this button. Okay? Maybe buy me some time if you can!” He didn’t wait for me to respond before sprinting back the way we’d come.

I looked dumbly at the com for a beat longer, some part of my mind still unable to grapple what I’d just been roped into, but, mere minutes later, I heard the distant echo of several sets of armored bootsteps. There was no time left for thought.

Three soldiers approached in a loose formation, helmets held thoughtlessly under an arm as they conversed between each other. I’d read their files. Even without the leader’s unique silver hair, I would have pegged him as Sinker, the Sergeant of the 104th purely from the rigid posture and impatient glare. The soldier with the red mohawks I was sure was Boost, meaning the two others before me had to be Comet and Warthog as Commander Wolffe was sure to still be with the General.

I should have spared more thought to the decision I’d found myself facing, but the very stiffness of Sinker’s movements made the choice for me. I clicked the comm. Fingers tapping rapidly across my datapad, I started intently toward them.

“You’re Sergeant Sinker, right?” I asked, body locking to a professional halt mere feet before them. The silent sigh that subtly shifted his shoulders freed me of any lingering traces of uncertainty as those nearly golden eyes turned to me with a look of pure reluctance.

“And you must be the nat-born medic we’ve been… assigned.” He nearly sneered, voice raspier than I’d expected, “I thought you looked too short to be a clone.” I knew he couldn’t see the hint of a glare through my visor, but his brothers chuckled slightly at the way my helm tilted forward in some semblance of an eyeroll.

“I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to exchange pleasantries later,” I replied in a tone mimicking his false platitudes, “I just need your clearance for now – this thing locked me out.” Without waiting for him to reply, I held my freshly locked datapad toward him. He let out a short scoff.

“Civi can’t even handle a lock screen…” he grumbled, rubbing his hand wearily over his eyes. “Look, I don’t have time to hold your hand, right now. I’m sure you can find a service droid around here somewhere to help you.” With that he started to step forward to go around me, but I purposefully turned to block his path with my shoulder, freehand clasping the bottom lip of my helmet to remove it, narrowed eyes turning up to his with an air of bored annoyance.

“I wasn’t asking.” I stated, voice crisp. The man to his right, Warthog, let out a choked laugh before biting it back, while Comet glanced between his Sergeant and me with a whisper of concern.

“Fresh into a shiny set of plastoid, and the nat-born already thinks she can boss us around.” The disdain in Sinker’s voice filled me with something that wanted to be anger, but there was deeper emotion in those words that I was sure to find myself focusing on later.

“Medic.” I corrected, gaze never wavering from his. “The medic wants to finish running inventory so I’m not wasting time hunting things down while one of you are bleeding out on the battlefield. And, yeah, there’s going to be a bit of a learning curve with the new tech. Would you rather I work through that here or in the middle of a gunfight?” The unmistakable challenge quickening my retort left the others biting back smirks while Sinker’s pulse thudded against the skintight black fabric about his neck.

Without a word, he took the datapad from me, fingertips tapping against the screen with far more force than was strictly necessary as he rapidly overrode the lock before holding it back out to me.

“Thank you.” I’d only managed to delay them a few minutes, but anything more would raise suspicions. Just as I was reaching out to take back the device, Boost came jogging down the hall. I barely managed to school my expression at the realization that he must have raced all the way around the building.

“Where the hell’ve you been?” Warthog asked, turning to face his brother.

“Wolffe had a, uh, a few more things to say about the… the akk pup.” The freshly chastised cringe in his voice was delivered perfectly. “What’s going on here?”

“The na… new medic,” Sinker belatedly corrected, sparing a fleeting sideways glance toward me, “was having some technical issues.” If the self-important man had been facing at his brother instead of looking down his nose at me, he’d have seen the flash of intrigue cross Boost’s face, but it was gone by the time he turned away.

“Oh! Hey! I’ve heard absolutely nothing about you! Let me show you to our room.” He greeted cheerfully, much to Sinker’s chagrin, but the silver-haired soldier merely let out a tense breath as he led the way forward once more. I fell in beside the smiling man wordlessly, gaze shifting between the group of warriors around me.

“Don’t worry – he’s just testy today… Turns out six month old akk pups can be pretty… munchy…” He pointed to Sinker and wiggled the fingers of his left hand. I had to lean to the side a bit, but was able to note several tears in the black glove, and had to grind my teeth to keep from giggling.

Several meters from the barracks door, Boost notably slowed his pace, lips tensing to fight back the grin, and I found myself lingering beside him as the others tread through the door.

“…Boost!” The deep growl of Sinker’s voice drew out the first broken breath of silent laughter from the soldier beside me. “What the kriff is this?!” Driven forward by curiosity, I just managed to glimpse an impossible number of upside-down cups covering nearly every flat surface of the barracks – the floor, the beds, the desk, even the windowsill; before a hand lightly grasped my arm. Without turning away from the doorway, he gave a tiny shake of his head. Curses grumbled from the Sergeant as he continued forward, kicking the cups aside in rushed, furious strides.

I didn’t see exactly what scurried out from beneath one of the upturned cups, but the sound that tore from Sinker’s throat ruined me. I could barely control my own laughter enough to witness how violently he shied from the rush of movement, throwing himself back into even more cups, at least one of which also released some dark, scurrying form to the Sergeant’s absolute horror. Warthog and Comet were howling just inside the door in the perfect position to witness the entirety of Sinker’s panicked dance as the man lashed out around him, heels stomping every shadow and flutter of dust.

“How many are there?!” He shrieked, finally scrambling toward the exit. I didn’t even realize Boost as I had fallen to the ground in our hysterics until his nearly red eyes found mine and he pointed frantically down the hall.

“R…run… Run!” He gasped, legs churning listlessly beneath him for the several seconds it took to regain control of his limbs enough to push himself up, feet scraping atop the floor. His hand locked around my arm without a moment’s hesitation, dragging me along with him as his pace quickened into a full sprint. The whisper of doubt that should have left my stride faltering meant nothing beneath the warmth of our laughter and the firm grip of his touch steadying me. This was absolutely the most idiotic thing I’d ever done, but, finally, I felt some wisp of hope that I wouldn’t regret it.

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