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spacemagicandlaserswords · 9 months

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The Clone Wars 4x5 'Mercy Mission' Reaction

eeeeeeeeeeee Wolffe!

Omg he’s so grumpy and done with everything and long suffering already I love him so much

You can tell from the first word he says. That “We’ve” was basically sighed with so much disgruntlement.

Ahahahaha he’s so pissed that he’s not there supporting Plo. Why has my General been left by himself? *humph* That is barely concealed displeasure that he’s been diverted from his duties. Wolffe said ‘Orders’ in such a particular tone that made it pretty damn clear how pissed he is. He’s so grumpy. I love him.

How often do the clones interact with Senators? Or at least Padmé? I should imagine Rex and Cody would more than others (Rex is probably so done with Anakin pretending to be subtle) but this feels like the first time I’ve seen a clone directly report to a Senator.

I’m again struck by just how Aussie the clones sound. Or maybe Generic Antipodean/slightly British at best. That is not a Kiwi accent. Give the clones the Kiwi accent they deserve.

That shot of the ships in space flying over the curved edge of the planet with a sun in the background feels like a homage to something. 2001: A Space Odyssey? That’s usually what gets referenced. The music here is gorgeous.

This is probably going to be a very unpopular opinion but it kind of feels like the clones are being a bit dickish to the droids? Please don’t eat me alive

Omg the LAAT/i’s have nose cone art of Plo and his troopers. I think I’ve seen this in previous episode's but I still love seeing it again.

“Greeeeeeaaaaaaaat, it’s gonna be another one of those planets.” omg I love you random clone trooper pilot. They’re all so grumpy. The entire Wolf Pack is just so grumpy. Maybe that’s a prerequisite for being part of the Wolf Pack. Eternal grumpiness.

My god Wolffe, that is some jaw line

“Ah, did you get that?” ahahahaha the dryness of that line. Insert your cliches about being drier than Tatooine here.

OMG THE EYE ROLL I AM SCREECHING

That is some Star Trek bridge shaking level acting going on in the after shock

Ugh he’s so gruff and rough and just ugh do me commander

“We’re good, but not that good.” ahahaha the sarcasm is off the charts

Oh hey Sinker is still around! Hey Sinker!

Do all of the Wolf Pack have the same paint? Usually it’s fairly easy to tell between the different clones but I can’t spot the differences as well with them. Maybe it’s the grey paint? I think Sinker has grey sections on the bottom of his helmet but the rest of his armour seems to be the same as the rest of the Wolf Pack. They all have the same patterned left pauldron.

Oh hey it’s Boost as well! Hey Boost! I hope he and Sinker and Wolffe and Plo are doing ok after the Malevolence. Ok doesn’t feel like the right word for what happened to them but I can’t think of the right one. Wookieepedia has just informed me that the Malevolence was inspired by the Bismarck, which makes sense.

Back to the paint of the Wolf Pack, Boost has grey spikes under the horizontal section of his visor but that’s the only difference I can spot. At least it’s better than his hair XD

Lmao Boost could you be any more trigger happy

Omg after Boost kicks open the door, the shot pans up and Sinker is just standing there like a model, slightly bent knee and all.

I love how much you can tell that Wolffe takes absolutely no shit just from the way he moves and carries himself.

Omg the sneer over his shoulder. If he glared at me like that my knees would absolutely buckle.

“Do I need this?” CACKLING

“A firm hand.” I bet that’s not the only place where Wolffe has a firm hand omg help me the thots are taking over

“I have a bad feeling about this.” Star Wars cliche klaxon

I’m only noticing this because I remember a post pointing this out but Wolffe really does waddle in his kama. The poor man definitely has back problems. He's so stiff.

I love the way that Aleena takes a moment to realise they’ve been left with Wolffe and suddenly has this ridiculously exaggerated horrified and terrified expression on their face before fleeing.

It’s the Ents! Does that make R2-D2 and C-3PO Merry and Pippin?

Is Orphne supposed to be some kind of alien villainous femme fatale? Gestures matching words? What is this, a high school theatre production?

Fire. Soil. Water. What is this, a Captain Planet reference?

R2 did you just pee on Orphne’s floor?!

The vapours! *faints*

OMG THE EYE ROLL AGAIN! SCREAMING EVERY TIME. Wolffe is So. Done. I love him.

The music is beautiful here too. The Kiner’s did such a good job.

EYE ROLL VOLUME 3. I am WHEEZING

That’s Boost and Sinker standing next to Wolffe with two very understanding tilts of their buckets.

Ah, so that’s where the gifs of Wolffe wincing comes from. Also, Sir, those are some seriously sharp cheekbones.

“I couldn’t agree more, Sir.” Sinker being the very supportive Sergeant there.

Look at Wolffe standing there all sassy with his hand on his hip and blaster.

Including this gif for the look down and up. There is something about Wolffe that is just uuuuuuuuuuuuuugh

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ironmandeficiency · 2 years

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mama wolf

pairing: wolffe / reader

word count: 692

summary: since dating wolffe, you are quickly put in loco parentis with the rest of the pack.

a/n: this is just a soft blurb abt taking care of the wolfpack during leave i wrote ages ago

as wolffe’s almost-riduur, you had taken up the helm as an authority figure to the rest of the pack

the same way wolffe was commander on the field, you were commander when they were on leave

this meant that when the ‘pack was on leave, your house was never empty. members of any and all ranks, even a few shinies, would find themselves crowded into your home

you invested in several chairs and extra food after the first time they corralled into your living room and several had to sit on the floor (lesson learned real quick)

you just got home from work when wolffe commed you saying that he’d be planetside again in a matter of hours (read: me and several of the boys are gonna be hungry for a home cooked meal and will be homeasap)

now wolffe alone had the appetite of a dozen banthas, and you didn’t want him to go without for his brothers (which he already did constantly) if you didn’t cook enough. so foregoing sleep for now, you got comfortable and got started in the kitchen

breakfast for today was pancakes and bacon, which were easy to cook and a quick favorite among the pack. you can’t go wrong with pancakes and bacon, especially not if you put bacon INSIDE the pancakes (thank sinker for that idea)

who had time to count pancakes? not you. you just poured, flipped, and plated for what seemed like minutes (really was hours) until you heard a commotion outside of your front door

wolffe knew the code so there was no need to knock, and just as you predicted, upwards of twelve members of the wolfpack were led by their commander into the house, several immediately commenting on how great it smelled

your riduur approached you first, giving you a soft yet deep kiss and a hug before grabbing a plate heaped high with pancakes and bacon

one by one you were being hugged and given kisses on the cheek by every clone there as a thank you for the food. you hugged them all back, thankful they had taken showers before coming

once everyone had a plate made, you made your own and immediately approached wolffe, who patted his thigh as an invitation to sit that was immediately taken up on. he had one arm securely around your waist and his chin on your shoulder, and a warm smile that had a few of the shinies very shocked

you and the boys made pleasant conversation while you ate, enjoying the company of your wolffe and his brothers, happy they survived the last campaign

wolffe was the first to notice that you were getting sleepy. you lean into him more and your replies grew slurred. soon the others noticed this as well, beginning to talk quieter than they had been

then he did the math. it would’ve taken you hours to have done all of this cooking, and on nights when you worked late you wouldn’t get home till almost the wee hours, which led him to the conclusion that you’ve been awake since the previous morning

he was upset that you put yourself in such a tired state for him and his brothers, but the fact he had a riduur who would do that warmed his heart

your dutiful wolffe sets your plates on the coffee table before standing with you in his arms, carrying you to your bed. he gets you comfortable before going back out to the common room

his brothers could tell wolffe was trying to wear a scowl, but it didn’t quite work. he just couldn’t bring himself to do it when he’s relaxed at home

instead, he just puts his hands on his hips and lowers his voice enough to both let you sleep and convey the severity of what he’s saying

“you can stay, but if you wake her, you’re dead” everyone nods and they each give him a quiet “yes sir”

satisfied that they got the message, he removes what little armor he still had on and takes his rightful place next to you in bed, holding you while you slept

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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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nicodemuslily · 1 year

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Side fight (clonetroopertournament)

Wolffe: Pop-corn?

Rex: Oh, yes. Thank you.

https://clonetroopertournament.tumblr.com/post/712870991690416128/wolffe-vs-rex-wolffe-rex

Let be honest, this fight was more a fight with the 501st fanpeople agains the 104th fanpeople. XD I voted for Wolffe because I love this grumpy bast*rd (and because I know that Rex will win anyway).

(The guy chewed by Hardcase is Comet, and the one attacked by Jesse is Warthog.)

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shewolfofficial · 1 year

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Plo, walking into his house: Hello, people who do not live here.

Wolffe: Hey.

Abbie: Hi.

Anakin: Hello.

Sinker: Hey!

Plo: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!

Wolffe: We were out of Doritos.

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youeverjustmarryabountyhunter · 11 months

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Figured I might as well start actually posting about this Au I made-

The au in question is a Star Wars modern au that I plan to one day turn into an actual fic, but as of now it's just one poorly put together chapter and a lot of brainstorming!

It's sort of a slice of life/everyone lives/happy ending story. It's centered around Boba Fett and started as a joke about his name and how in a modern setting when people first meet him they say 'Like the tea?' And he gets irrationally annoyed by it. Hence the name "No, Not The Tea" (but shortened to "Not The Tea" because removing 1 word suddenly makes it less of a mouthful)

But let's meet the characters, yeah?

The star of our show, Boba Fett, is 15 years old and the story starts with his first year of highschool. He's grumpy (your typically moody teen) and the youngest of his brothers unless you count Din (14) and he does because he's tired of being the baby. (It does have its perks, though) Din isn't actually his brother, but he and the rest of their little rag tag group might aswell be family. (Peli 17, Fennec 16, and Cobb 15)

Next up we have everyone's favorite dad, Jango Fett! (He's a very good father in this) Father of 3 boys(or so he thought) Kote "Cody" (23), Rex(19), and Boba, he has his hands full despite two of them being grown. He works as a bounty hunter (cause that's an actual profession) and his hobbies include annoying his family, and crushing on his kids history teacher. At the age of 18, he signed up to be a sperm donor unaware of just how much they would be using his DNA. Turns out? A lot. And the majority don't seem to have a good home life. He's sufficiently pissed, when he finds out.

Coming in as the eldest child of the Fett household we have Cody! (That was until 17 and Fox showed up at least) Any legal document you find will say "Kote" but people are stupid and difficult and can't pronounce it (it's exceedingly simple, really) so Cody was born. Cody is a caffeine addict (though what Fett isn't?) and will jump at any opportunity to bother his younger brothers. (He once got Obi-Wan to buy Boba a boba-tea..Obi-Wan thought it was sweet! Boba almost committed a murder. They do not speak of that incident)

The middle child that somehow became a father to twins before anybody else could even think of utter the words "grandchildren" would be Rex. It's not like it's his fault! He figured having his 8th period of his senior year would be fun. He didn't anticipate that helping his gym teacher out would involve talking a sophomore down from a panic attack. (Echo, 16 at the time. 17 when our story starts) It's absolutely not Rex's fault that he and his twin followed him around like little ducklings after that. (Fives called him dad as a joke, so Rex took it upon himself to tell Jango that he had grandkids and almost gave the man a heart attack.) It doesn't help the Echo and Fives look suspiciously like Boba- hey wait a minute! Yeah, you guessed it. Long lost kids^^

Alright speed round let's go,

Arla's kids are the Bad Batch boys(she adopted them, they have no relation to Jango. Hunter 21, Wrecker 20, Crosshair and Tech 19) Omega is 11 and her biological daughter. Her big brothers love her to death.

Ahsoka is 19 and Rex's bff.

Luke and Leia are also 11, and they're their parents (and Uncle Obi's, and auntie soka's) pride and joy. Anakin and Padme have basically adopted Han (15. Was in Boba's grade but got held back) as their own at this point.

Wolffe is Cody's age, and the oldest of his brothers (Sinker, Boost, and Comet). They were put into the system (Yes, they came from Jango's DNA) and Plo Koon adopted them. When Jango and Plo first met they exchanged numbers and gushed about their children. (There is much more to that story but that's for a later post)

Ima-gun Di is an ex war general and currently married to Keeli. These two have absolutely NO role in the story whatsoever, I just love them. Jango has only met them once and it was because Ima-gun mistook Jango for Keeli at a grocery store once.

Obi-Wan Kenobi is a tired, loving man who teaches history at a highschool and has a not so secret crush on one of his student's fathers. (He's actually taught all the Fett boy's, lord help him.)

Jaster Mereel just wants to know how his ad keeps ending up with kids. He was already confused where the first three came from but now there are 7??(Alpha-17. Oldest. Jango is more of a brother to him if anything. Fox, did not intend to be apart of this family in the slightest and that was fine up until he met Boba and they bonded. Now he's an Ori’vod?? Yeah that checks. Then of course Cody, Rex, Echo&Fives, and Boba.) Best grandfather ever.

Mando'a is a language, because I actually love it sm-

There is so much more lore to this au than I realized, and this isn't even all of it. I fully plan on posting more, and I have a lot of art that I've done for it if I would ever get around to finishing it/posting it. Feel free to ask questions, and I hope to post more!

(Fun fact, I accidentally deleted all of this the first time I type it. So this is the second time I've typed it- I'm not bitter.)

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