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firewoodwander · 4 months

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For the mistletoe prompts, 10 or 12 (or Both) with Hardcase/Dogma? :3 the sillies...

Mistletoe prompts

10. Dramatic & 12. While laughing

The first snowball had exploded across the back of Fives’ helmet in a shower of powdery white. Half the platoon cracked up at the pitchy sound of his indignation and the other half had dived for the nearest snow bank, not at all mindful of how much they’d regret drenching themselves through to their underwear come sundown.

Dogma had steered well clear of the resulting brawl, because he, at least, had the foresight to wonder how a single crappy paraffin lamp was going to dry out several full sets of blacks overnight. He wasn’t averse to an improvised game of limmie in how downtime, which he supposes is kind of equivalent; he does however object to Tup and Tirra trying to drag him into the flurry of flying snow at every available opportunity.

(Tirra cackles whenever she gets the drop on him. Tup is more subtle about it, but it’s still clear to anyone with eyes that those two menaces are tube twins.)

Eventually Dogma finds refuge in a small gathering around a campfire behind the medical tent. No one would dare to draw ire for blatant disregard for health and safety, so the rioters steer clear, and Dogma catches a break.

It’s even quite nice listening to the voices of brothers trading half-remembered natborn songs with each other.

“What does kissing under mistletoe even mean?” scoffs Reed Company’s stray lieutenant. “What’s a mistletoe?”

“It’s very romantic, of course,” Hardcase declares with a too-knowing tone.

“You don’t know what a mistletoe is, either,” Dogma points out. “How would you know it’s romantic?”

“Yeah,” says Hez. “What if it’s a threat instead?”

“Maybe it’s a kind of star…” Yu mumbles, probably to himself.

“Does it sound like a threat? No, of course not.” Hardcase lurches to his feet and staggers across the circle to Dogma, who watches him warily. “Now y’see, as soon as I find out what a mistletoe is and get my hands on one, I know what I’m gonna do.”

Hez snorts loudly. Hardcase holds out a hand to Dogma, who hesitates but takes it, curious.

Without a moment to think Hardcase launches him upright onto his feet and spins them around in a clumsy sort of dance.

“I would do it all properly, of course. Find a nice quiet place, set up a good atmosphere—I mean look, it’s already going great.”

Hardcase’s hand is solid and warm wrapped around Dogma’s. His other arm has a firm grip around Dogma’s back, even in armour, and Dogma feels an unsteadiness that’s nothing to do with being physically swept off his feet.

He bangs his fist on Hardcase’s shoulder in feeble mock protest. “Hey,” he murmurs, “watch it.”

“Good atmosphere, good jokes, maybe even a snack if I can swing it. The good stuff Jesse gets off that LT in the 41st. Then—”

He swings Dogma around, again without warning, and Dogma laughs at himself along with everyone else as he stumbles and hurries to catch up. Hardcase grins at him, pulls him in close, and lets go of his hand to slide his fingers under Dogma’s chin.

“—I would do this.”

Hardcase’s kiss is well telegraphed but still somehow an adrenaline rush Dogma feels in his toes. He bends into it like a tree in a storm, clinging to Case’s armour and squeezing his eyes closed so he doesn’t have to think about the whoops and cheers from the peanut gallery.

Abruptly Hardcase releases him, leaning back with a huge grin that reeks of satisfaction. Dogma narrows his eyes at him, then rolls them.

“If you wanted to, you could have just asked.”

Hardcase laughs as if he can’t quite keep the nervous humour back, but his grin doesn’t waver and his hands on Dogma hold fast. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Dogma smacks his shoulder again. “Is that your whole plan?”

“Well, I still have to find a mistletoe…”

“Go on, Dogma,” snickers Hope, the kriffing traitor. “You really going to make him work for it?”

Dogma shoots him a look, more embarrassment than glare. “You’re not helping.”

“If it suits,” Hardcase offers, already tugging on Dogma’s hand, “I’ll hear out any constructive criticism. In private.”

Stuck in the playful gleam of Hardcase’s eyes and helpless to do anything else, Dogma trails after him.

After all, it can’t hurt to be prepared.

And they still don’t know what a mistletoe is.

#cloneshipping #writing tag #dogma/hardcase #mistletoe prompts

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petrifiedforests · 7 months

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Words: 323

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"Tup. Tup, am I dating Hardcase?" Dogma's eyes are almost comically wide and look up to him imploringly. Tup blinks back.

Fill for the 501st Bingo by @clonefandomevents

#tcw #clone wars #Dogma #Tup #Hardcase #Dogma/Hardcase #Fives/Tup #Dogma & Tup #Fluff #it's cute and silly #petrifiedforests writes

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trudemaethien · 2 years

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from your lips, a kiss

Fluffy Dogma/Hardcase for an exchange, written for a combination of two people’s prompts: @getdookuedon and @omiomicron

😊😊😊😊😊

Dogma hasn’t stopped talking once the entire time. And Hardcase thought he talked a lot!

“…proximally, the sense of, for lack of a more accurate descriptor, strangeness I feel increases…”

Hardcase laughs. “Maybe you’re experiencing an acute anaphylactic reaction to something in my immediate vicinity,” he jokes, mimicking Dogma’s formal diction. He sounds exactly like how they’re all taught to write reports.

“…Allergic?” Dogma asks, taken aback.

“Mmm,” Hardcase says, punching in the next access code. “You ever break out in hives from being near me?”

“Hives—no. Prickle-bumps, sometimes, but—”

“Rash? Swelling? Shortness of breath?” Hardcase lists, tongue in cheek. He can hardly believe Dogma is taking his line of questioning seriously. He follows Hardcase into the compartment, brow furrowed as he considers his answer.

“Not—no rashes; I’ve never had any rash. But sw–swelling, yes, and, uh, shortness of breath. Yeah. But I don’t believe it’s due to anaphylaxis, Hardcase.”

read on AO3 🔒 https://archiveofourown.org/works/41036901

#cloneshipping #clone trooper dogma #clone trooper hardcase #dogmacase #dogma/hardcase #star wars tcw #my fic link #fanfiction #exchange fic #rated t #stuck in elevator

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foxslightsaber · 2 years

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Ahhhh ok this fic by @blirzy is AMAZING!!!! Love the characterization for both of them ❤️

#dogma/hardcase #dogmacase #clone shipping #cloneshipping

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silverxsakura · 11 months

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The 501st — A New Look

A fresh new update on the original designs! It’s been so long, I reckoned they would benefit from a touch up :D

redbubble | graphics series

#star wars #the clone wars #graphics series #501st #captain rex #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #clone trooper hardcase #clone trooper tup #clone trooper dogma #arc trooper jesse #clone trooper jesse #clone trooper kix #clone medic kix

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canichangemyblogname · 2 years

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Clonecest supporters: "Antis DNI and block!"

Also clonecest supporters: *Reblogs posts by people who are vocal against incest* *sends asks to blogs vocal against incest* *fails to tag their posts* *puts fucked up shit in the main tags*

Clonecest supporters: "Fucking Antis."

#cloneshipping #clonecest #codex #echo/fives #foxrex #jessix #dogma/hardcase #waxer/boil #clone/clone #foxthorn #fex #<< some great tags to block if you have not yet #TW: incest #this is a PSA

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gamelpar · 11 months

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Anakin: *sneaks in through the window*

Obi Wan, turning in his chair and flicking the light on: You want to tell me where you've been all night?

Anakin: Uh I- I was with Rex

Rex, turning his chair: Wanna try again?

Anakin: okay fine i was with Hardcase

Hardcase, perched on top of the bookcase: strike three bitch

Anakin: Jesse?

Jesse, emerging from the potted plant in the corner: keep digging that hole, buddy

Anakin: yeah well, does Kix know where you guys are?

Kix, dropping from the ceiling: Don't even try it

Anakin: Dogma and Tup are always out late!

The fridge and freezer doors open, revealing a very cold Dogma and Tup: You can't pin this on us!

Anakin: Least I came back, I haven't seen Fives all day!

Fives, riding in doing a wheelie on a speeder bike: Speeder Patrol coming in!!

Anakin: okay but Ahsoka isn't here either! Why am I getting in trouble?!

Ahsoka, perched next to Rex: hey asshole

Anakin: What about Echo???

Echo, muffled beneath the floorboards: Nice try, motherfucker

Anakin: Okay, but what about Cody?!

Cody, slurping a juice box next to Obi Wan: Think again

#tcw #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #captain rex #ahsoka tano #commander cody #tbb echo #arc trooper fives #arc trooper jesse #hardcase #clone medic kix #dogma #tup #501st legion #star wars #incorrect quotes #1k #incorrect star wars quotes

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merlincmgirl · 6 months

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Your Boys To The Rescue

Summary: You've somehow managed to get trapped in the refresher and it's up to your boys in the Torrent Company to come get you out.

Author's Note: So this is my first clone fic, and the first fic I've written in ages! I was heavily inspired by the tiktok (link below). Please be kind, I hope that I was able to capture everyone right. Can be seen as pre-relationship or platonic reader x torrent company.

Characters: Rex, Kix, Jesse, Fives, Hardcase, Tup, Dogma

Word count: 2020

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGe12t8Sr/

You were mortified. Absolutely mortified. Hearing the voices on the other side of the door, arguing between themselves was not making you feel any better. You desperately wanted to disappear but there was no chance of that, not while the kriffing refresher door was stuck.

It was just your luck you decided to shower in the refresher attached to your office. The work you had been doing was still piled high on your desk, and you thought a nice warm shower would be just the thing to relax you and prepare you for the unending amount of flimsi you had to go through. It had been going so well until you realised that you had left your clean uniform in your office and went to go get it, only a towel wrapped around you. A simple, honest mistake that was now costing you because the door was jammed. It refused to open, no matter how many times you had tried.

That had been when Captain Rex had knocked on your office door, wishing to talk to you about some report that you had sent over to him. Your desperation to get out of the refresher outweighed your pride as you banged loudly on the metal door, begging him to help you out and find a way to open the door. He had tried everything to open the door by himself, but after trying everything he could, he had to call in reinforcements.

Now, you were leaning against the counter, towel covering your modesty as Torrent Company tried to either break down the door (Hardcase had swiftly received a slap off someone for that suggestion); or slice the mechanics/electrics of the door to at least slide it open to get you out of there. That suggestion was greatly preferred.

“Mesh’la, how you doing in there?” Rex called through the door. He sounded quite close to it and you shuffled forward so that he could hear you better over the small curses of his men and the sound of tools.

“I’m fine Captain, just… bit cold in here” you admitted, rubbing up and down your arms to try and bring some warmth into them. It had been about half an hour since you got out of the shower, and the cool metal of the room was not helping you at all.

“We’ll warm you up as soon as you as we get you out of here” Hardcase assured, followed swiftly by a cry of pain.

“Hardcase!”

“What?! It was a joke! Lighten up a little Dogma!” Hardcase complained, not sounding a bit sorry about what he said. You couldn’t help but let out a small snicker, used to the clone’s brand of humour.

“Knock it off you two. How are we in getting this door open?” Rex rebuked, bringing them back on task.

“It’s not looking good. Looks like it might be a manual override” you heard Jesse admit quietly. Groaning at your misfortune, you began to pace up and down, as much as you could anyway in the tiny refresher. “Don’t worry, cyare, we’ll get you out of there soon” Jesse promised, not wanting to upset you even more.

“Boys, perhaps we should get a service droid in to fix it?” you suggested, leaning your head against the metal door. It was soothing and brought you out of your head a little.

“We’ve got this, cyar’ika! They teach us slicing in ARC training” Fives bragged, making his brothers groan and tell him to shut up.

“If that was the case, Rex would have been able to get me out. This rate, I’m going to have to give my briefings through the door dressed in a towel!” you complained, unable to help the little pout that pulled at your lips. It was the least you deserved, especially as you had a morning briefing with the Admiral and Generals.

“At least you’d look hot, cyar’ika!” Fives flirted with you, making you smile.

“Not helping Fives!” you chuckled, going back to pacing again.

There was a large creak before lots of cursing and cries of pain. “What happened?” you demanded, rushing to the door and trying to pry it open with your bare hands.

“These di’kuts pulled the wrong circuits and got shocked for their troubles!” a grumbled voice came from further away in your office. You knew that voice, even if it was the same as his millions’ of brothers. Kix was here. Rex must have called him when he had went to get the others.

“Your bedside manner needs work vod!” Jesse complained, shaking his head and going back to the door along with Fives and Hardcase.

“Rex! You called Kix? But I’m fine. I’m not hurt at all!” you argued with the Captain. Now there was even more people to witness your shame and embarrassment.

“Just a precaution, Mesh’la. You can’t be too careful” Rex answered, and you could already imagine the smirk on his face at that. You didn’t like to be checked over by the medics, especially if there were clones who were also injured. You would rather put them in front of you.

“Hey, I think we’ve got it. Stand away from the door ma’am” Tup soft voice warned you. It warmed your inside at how caring these boys was to you.

“Thanks Tup, but there’s not much room in here if it falls in” you informed him, standing as far back as you can.

“Oh wait a minute! I think that’s it!” Fives muttered, voice rising in excitement. By the force you hoped that they had finally got it.

“There’s a piece right there!” Hardcase pointed out, tinkling with the tools in his hand.

“You see that piece right there?” Dogma asked, leaning over his brothers’ shoulders to poke at it. Kix pulled him back before he could get sparked.

“Yeah, yeah, I see it. Hold on” Jesse grunted, trying to move around Hardcase to be able to fix it in place.

“Just hold it right there, no. Not there, di’kut, where I’m pointing! Tup keep the torch still!” Fives grumbled, as his brothers were not helping him at all. You sighed, it had been like this for half an hour, all of them sniping and snapping at each other.

“No, you have to pull it up to the side” Hardcase argued instead.

“I am keeping it still!” Tup added.

“Someone just get General Skywalker! I’m sure he’d be able to fix it in no time!” you begged, desperate to get out of the kriffing refresher and into bed to catch a few hours of sleep before you had to go back to work.

“Men!” Rex’s sharp voice cut through their argument. “Don’t worry mesh’la, I promise they’re nearly done. Just a few more minutes” Rex soothed, hearing how frazzled you were becoming with the situation.

Sighing heavily, you waited for the door to open. You loved these idiots, but god did you feel like killing them right now. They could have their arguments later, but all you wanted was to get out. You didn’t want to be stuck in a refresher all your life. There was plans on the horizon for your future, not dying in the refresher because of the kriffing door!

There was a loud twang and your heart leapt into your throat as you hoped it was the mechanism for the door. But still nothing happened. It kept stubbornly in it’s jam.

“I wouldn’t drive it in though” Dogma frowned, shaking his head at his brothers’ rough work with the delicate pieces of machinery.

“Shut up Dogma!” Jesse huffed back.

“He almost had it then!” Hardcase assured his brother, as the wire in front of them shifted back to where it wasn’t meant to be.

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Don’t push it!”

“AHH FIVES! I said DON’T push it!” Jesse cried, as he almost had it again but it slipped through his fingers as Fives moved his screwdriver slightly.

“Well I thought you meant push it!” Fives complained, and you couldn’t help but laugh, burying your head into your hands. The vode always made you laugh, even in the direst of situations.

There was some rattling and without any resistance, the doors pulled apart, revealing the group of men by the door. Hardcase, Jesse, Fives and Dogma was squashed around the panel housing the controls. Tup standing behind them, torch in hand. Rex and Kix was standing in the doorway, both of them looking you over.

“Ooh!” you squeaked out, clutching onto your towel tighter.

Rex, realising that him and his men was getting a good look at you in your towel, quickly snapped out of his heated gaze and turned to address the men. “Eyes front and centre soldiers!” he barked out, making them snap to attention and face forward.

“Er… Captain… I’m still front and centre” you mumbled, heat rushing to your cheeks as Fives winked at you.

“Oh… right… sorry Mesh’la. Avert your eyes!” Rex ordered, voice wavering slightly. If you didn’t know any better, you could have sworn that the Captain’s cheeks were becoming a little redder.

“Hey, cyar’ika, how are you feeling? Any shaking? Signs of hypothermia?” Kix asked, jumping straight into his medic role as he came over to scan you.

“How come he gets to look?” Hardcase complained, making you blush even more.

“Because I’m a medic, and a professional! You might want to look that up, vod!” Kix retorted, before turning back to you. “Anyway, are you experiencing any symptoms of dizziness, nausea?” Kix questioned, running an eye over you as you shivered slightly.

“I’m fine. Just a bit dizzy and tired… and hungry” you admitted, rubbing the back of your neck abashedly.

“Hmm, we should get you sitting down and something to help warm you up” Kix nodded, turning to his commanding officer. Rex nodded, instructing Tup to go and get you something warm from the mess hall.

“Thank you guys, I don’t know what I would do without you” you bid the troopers behind Kix. Tup nodded swiftly and hurried out the room, the back of his neck colouring.

“Come sit down” Rex encouraged, hand coming over to your elbow to help guide you into your office and onto the couch that you had smuggled in with the men’s help last time that you were planet-side.

Rex and Kix helped you to sit down, Kix busying with making sure that you were okay and not hiding anything. “Honestly Kix, I’d tell you if I weren’t doing good. I’m just a bit cold, that’s all. I promise, nothing to worry about” you assured, not noticing the towel fall open on your thigh.

Rex coughed, making his men spin around, mumbling apologies and excuses not to look your way. “I think that’s enough gawking for one night. You’re dismissed” Rex stated, crossing his arms and standing in front of you, trying to block you from sight.

“Wait! Before you go, you’ll have to let me know how I can repay you for this” you called after them, resting your hand on Rex’s back to help push him gently to one side so you could see your rescuers.

“You can buy us a drink at 79’s if you really want” Jesse suggested, making you beam. That was an easy thing for you to do to repay them for their kindness and help.

“Done!” you agreed, before you remembered a conversation with General Kenobi last time you were on shore leave with the 212th. “Wait! I thought you got drinks free at 79s!” you frowned, as they were nearly out the door.

“Oh the beer we do. The cocktails… well that’s all on you now cyare” Fives teased, before pushing Dogma and Jesse out the door in front of him.

You gaped after their retreating forms. What had you just gotten yourself into?

“I hope you have a lot of money, ad’ika” Kix shook his head, finishing his checks on you and pulling the scanner down.

“Because they’re going to bleed you dry, Mesh’la” Rex chuckled wryly, amused at your surprised at being played by his men.

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mwolf0epsilon · 1 month

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Bedtime ASMR

Echo, getting ready for bed: Fives, I need my headphones back please.

Fives, pausing the video he's watching: What for?

Echo: I can only sleep if I have nature ambient noises on in the background. And since a lot of the vode snore, I need my headphones to be able to hear them properly.

Fives, sighing and handing over the headphones: Alright, I can always finish this tomorrow...

Echo: Thanks.

Fives: What kind of noises do you listen to anyway? Rainfall? Aiwa calls? I don't get what's so soothing about any of that...

Echo: Back on Kamino it was always noisy, so I think it's partly because I'm so used to it. Recently I took to listening to rainforest noises. Like birdsong, running rivers, and frog calls...

Dogma, reading two bunks over and without looking up: Did you know audible frog calls are 99% always mating calls? What you find to be soothing is actually a major part of a frog's reproduction cycle.

Echo:

Fives:

Jesse: Damn Echo, you fall asleep to frog sex? I knew you had it in you to be a bit of a freak!

Hardcase: I mean, he is Fives's twin.

Tup: Guys don't embarass him! No one likes having their kinks exposed!

Echo: You're all terrible.

Fives, snorting: Hey, you're the one listening to frogs getting it on to fall asleep.

Echo, hitting him with a pillow: And you're the worst of them!

#star wars #the clone wars #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #clone trooper dogma #arc trooper jesse #clone trooper hardcase #clone trooper tup

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