#hell all clones with curly hair

[howlingdemon13]

You could use a buddy~!

Guys, you have no idea how happy I am that this is complete! You know I'm gonna be supper obnoxious now that I can turn into a demonic ghost with mommy issues. 🤪 Anyway, some notes and thoughts on this cosplay that no one asked for and no one wants~!

First and foremost, this cosplay is sort of a clonesona. I feel like (if given the chance), Beetlejuice would play around with how his clones look. Obviously on stage it’s impossible to find actors who look identical to the lead, but I like that the fandom has embraced BJ being unable/unwilling to create clones that are a 100% physical match. If that’s the case, I’m sure he throws in a more fem-presenting clone once in a while.

This doubles as a feminine-presenting form for Beetlejuice himself, too (Toonjuice has no issue changing his gender presentation at will in a bunch of scenarios, and I like to think that Musicaljuice would be the same/similar). I guess a version of Beetlejuice that’s female would be fun, but I prefer the idea of BJ shapeshifting to look and present the way he wants to (or to have fun with unsuspecting victims).

Even from the early development of this cosplay all the way back in October, choosing between a dress and a suit was like pulling teeth. I love the suit an unhealthy amount, but I wanted something distinct from other interpretations. That, and I was hesitant to lean into the hyper-sexualized looks I’ve seen from officially licensed offshoots of the character. Beetlejuice, while a self-proclaimed sexual being, doesn’t read as the kind of entity to go from generally masc-presenting all the way to hyper-sexual fem-presenting. Also, where the hell is the grime on all these fem designs???? Why does she look clean? Cowards!

I think BJ would settle on a fem-presenting form in a suit, but I also think he’s just as comfortable in a dress regardless of the pronouns/physical characteristics he’s using at any given moment. He likes his dresses and we love him for it.

Anyway-

I wanted a dress that felt “old” but not dated,so I settled on a shirt dress. They came about in the 1920’s, but didn’t become super popular until the 50’s. The cut of Beetlejuice’s suit is somewhere between modern and a style that would have been popular in the 50’s, too.

I also think shirt dresses are pretty “neutral” in that they aren’t form-fitting and they read more like a shirt from the waist up. I didn’t want anything dainty, but I wanted some movement to the fabric, and a dress does that a bit better than a suit imo. It’s why I love Beetlejuice’s first 15 minutes on stage in the trench coat. I know it’s a callback to when we first see him in the movie, but it adds a ton of secondary movement and looks cartoony when coupled with very exaggerated movements typical of a stage show. It’s why I love watching Collette especially bounce around on stage because istg he knows this (or that him growing up with the cartoon make him really lean into over the top body language and the trench coat just adds to it).

Like, look at that! Are you seeing what I’m saying? If I could animate, that would be a dream shot!

Oops, can’t go 15 minutes without thinking of the silly.

All that is to say that movement and form in an outfit, especially one for a character as chaotic as Beetlejuice, was super important to me. It’s also why I settled on long, curly hair, kept the tie, and added a bow. All of that breaks up patterns, adds movement, and is something I can put moss on. Anyway, this cosplay has a lot of little nods to the musical, cartoon, and film (but is mostly based off of the musical).

Cartoon: bugs!! Toonjuice is sometimes seen with small beetles chilling on his suit (which he inevitably snacks on). I love the idea of Beej being covered in bugs, so I felt compelled to include them on the dress and hat. It's a subtle reference, but one that I really wanted. They’re made out of scrap polymer clay and painted. Here are a few:

Film: The guide hat! It's iconic. I know that the hat made it into very early versions of the musical and promotional materials, but how it got thrown by the wayside is beyond me.

Musical: the grime and disrepair! I was heavily inspired by an early suit that is absolutely covered in moss!

I also added a lot of grime to the shoulders and hem as a callback to later versions of the suit and especially the tour version of it. I also added some x stitches since I really like the way they look on the current tour suit!

Oh, and the banjolele! Can't forget my favorite prop!

Miscellaneous: I love giving supernatural characters pointy ears and fangs, so you best believe I’m going to do the same for BJ. Slightly related, but I love the tour makeup so much. The makeup artists really lean into Beetlejuice being corpsey and I’m here for it (I essentially combine the tour and film makeup to get the look I’m after).

Oh! And snap bracelets! I remember hardcore stimming with these as a kid to the point of destroying them (then it was goodbye snap bracelets), and you cannot tell me Beetlejuice, neurodivergent-coded demon ghost, wouldn’t be the same way. Full disclosure, I had to wrap them around metal bands because these snaps are rubber and the texture is a nightmare for me, but I was determined to include them. They’re also a substitute for Beetlejuice’s watches in the film.

God/Satan, that was a lot of rambling. If you survived all that, thanks for reading!

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice cosplay #cosplay #howie’s cosplay

[clonehub]

The rate at which whitewashed fanart of the clones is resurfacing and recirculating is...lmao. I'm beginning to think a lot of y'all specifically have something against brown skin. Because not to be mean but I've been here for years and artists who always insist "it's the lighting" frankly are inconsistent in their application of said lighting. Because you can see in art where they do actual full rendering/highlighting what their concept of lighting is. And even for the ones who claim to be against whitewashing, again the skin is too light.

People need to realize that when you're converting a 3D image to 2D that enough detail is gonna be lost that you need to correct by going darker than you think. And this is me being very generous and graceful about what is frankly a lot of (white, mostly, but also some [lighter skinned lbr] nonwhite) artists refusal to see brown skin tones as a valid part of their palette. If youve been drawing for years and your brown characters look at most racially ambiguous, if you do the curly black hair but skimp on the nose or you do the skin but give them a face shape like Clint Eastwood, youve still whitewashed them. This isn't an artstyle thing, because there's other people with a range of artstyles who don't whitewash. This isn't a skill thing, because there's amateur artists who perfectly avoid whitewashing, there's expert artists who avoid whitewashing, and saying that it's "too hard" to render brown skin or different features is racist as hell because in what world is it reasonable to say it's "too hard" to draw people of color? It's not harder. If you find it difficult it's frankly because you are not nearly as good at drawing as you like to say you are

Sidebar but this reminds me of how many art tutorials and artists seem to think drawing fat bodies, sticky bodies, etc is a "more advanced" drawing technique when it's not difficult at all. It's not. I'm an amateur artist myself. Rendering brown skin and drawing non-white features for once and drawing other body types is not difficult and it doesn't require a different skill set again y'all are just racist and bad at art.

#ch posts #its why i rarely reblog fanart anymkre #the most popular artists whitewash the shit out of the clones

[thaumium-block]

1) if you Had to pick a favorite out of ur minecraft ocs who would it be.

2) tell me abt galu!!! (if ur favorite isnt galu)

Hardest question,,,,,,,

But given how much lore I've done for the Galuverse over the years and how essential it is to my minecraft canon, yeah Galu is probably suitable as favorite.

Have some lore dumps taken from my lore doc :]

[...] Galu was enamored with writing the moment he came across it. Few of their people knew of its true power, and at first, neither did Galu, but he would learn swiftly the value of the written world.

Pages upon pages of glyphs, all hand-bound into leather folios, each book a portal into a world of Galu’s own making. At first, this was metaphorically, but soon, power entered every symbol he wrote, and the portals became literal, tangible. He became a seasoned traveler, diving into their books and encountering all manner of self-made wonders and civilizations.

It was not long before They took notice of the countless worlds being created without Their input, and so the Primordials converged above Fifth Shard, blotting out the light sigil that served as its sun. They called for Galu Terwyn the worldsmith, and when they arrived, They didn’t scold them, but rather praise them, for creation is something to be proud of.

They rewarded Galu with a mystical blue box slightly larger than a Fifthling. It was special, They said, and had the power to take Galu to infinite worlds. This box was called a TARDIS, and They had recreated it from a distant past.

So Galu traveled, leaving Fifth Shard behind, considering the TARDIS his new home. In their journeys, they learned more of magic, and became a technomancer; integrating magic into the scientific process, and devising mystical machines. At length, though, they grew lonely.

Endless travel not solving feelings of being alone, Galu decided to learn more about the creation of life. So determined, he decided to begin creating and cultivating clones of himself - imperfect clones, for having someone exactly the same as them would be boring. The first clone remained by his side, an assistant, but all the rest, he cared for until they were mature enough to go out on their own, at which time their minds were erased and they were sent off to a random world.

[...] Appearance Details

Violet eyes, sky blue skin, long, pointed ears, slightly curly, short auburn hair through which two navy horns sprout, each forming a half-circle pointing inward. 6 feet and 6 inches tall.

And here's a clone

This Galu was dropped onto the planet Aure after battling his creator, causing his once majestic horns to be nearly gone (his mind was erased). He trained for a few years as a monk, while studying thaumaturgic alchemy on the side. At length, they came across a quite solid ghost [...], who spoke to them of a “swamp hell”, and so it became their mission to gain access to this realm. During the course of the servers life, this guy formed a knockoff crimson cult with the ghost, worshipping Praetor B. Root and bringing the wisdom of the beetroot to the village their tower overlooked. He also mastered monk skills, and dove deep deep deep into the void side of thaumaturgy, carving a hole through the nether into the endless void, charging into Their domain with the holiest of holy swords, and waging war against Them for ultimate power. The goal of swamp hell was met soon after, with the ghost eagerly exploring the swamp dungeons with them, eventually entering the sewer dungeon and defeating the sludge boss. Eventually, this Galu was tricked by the ghost, whereby the ghost took his body and effectively became him, and Galu themself became an Eldritch Warden as payment for trying to fight Them.

Appearance Details

Sunken red eyes, grayish blue skin, long, pointed ears, stubs of navy horns that look like they were violently torn off peeking through an untamed mane of auburn hair. Dresses in a brown outfit practically encrusted with gold based on how many decorations are on it. Over it, similarly decorated void thaumaturge robes are often worn, the hood often down unless it needs to be up, revealing a headband of curiosity.

#the thaumaturge rambles #oc: galu terwyn #alchemist!galu

[the-bi-space-ace]

Hello there!!

Would you mind sharing a bit about some of your favorite OC’s?

Oh I would be so so so happy to share. It's probably not a shock that most of my OCs are clones 😅 also all of them are from Keep These Shadows Out!

Trick - sweetest man ever perfect never done anything wrong a day in his life. A medic stationed on a base to deal with recovering clones from battles during The Clone Wars. Curly hair with shaved sides so it’s longer on top. Would totally dye it a fun color if he had the supplies. He’s got a skeleton tattoo on his right hand and extending up his arm but does not have any ink on his pointer finger (the finger you’d use to pull a trigger). He’s never taken a life. That’s important to him. He gets a new bone tattooed every time he loses someone that he’s treating. Their lives mean a lot to him and he wants to carry them with him. It’s his way of remembrance. I can describe him as sass and attitude yet very very kind. He wants to make sure people don’t get hurt, he wants to heal them. He has crippling trouble sleeping. Knocks back coffee like it’s water and is a chronic snacker. Last time he had a full meal? Sometime before the war. He’d prefer to graze all day than sit down and eat three meals a day. He’s for sure got a sweet tooth and has found that candy is an easy way to make people feel a little bit better so he keeps some in the drawer of his desk. He has a soft spot for the shinies. Any time a shiny ends up in his medical facility he’s always the one treating them. He’s got a few people he’s closest to on the medical base but I sure haven’t thought that far ahead! One day I will.

Specter - ah. Perfect angel Specter. He’s worth mentioning even though I haven’t fleshed him out a lot yet. I still love him. He was the soul survivor of an attack at an abandoned base in the first chapter of Keep These Shadows Out. He lost everyone he knew and loved on one mission to a horrible attack. He is on his way to recovery but is certainly struggling. Luckily he has Slip and Cade (bc I loved them in that episode of TBB and had to include them in my story) to help him. He’s got a tattoo down the side of his face that I haven’t decided on yet, only that it’s a swirling pattern. He also has a Mohawk because I think that’s cool as hell.

Miri - hey! Not a clone! She is a very young Togruta child who lives on the mountainous planet Kiril with her sister and two moms. She is a sweet baby angel and she appears in exactly one chapter of Keep These Shadows Out but she is one of my faves. She is really young and has already been through too much but has a lot of support so she’ll grow and be just fine. She’s very sweet and I wish that I had more content with her in it.

#I love OCs #I love them even if I haven’t created their whole backstory yet #they’re sitting in my pocket just waiting for me to flesh out

[itsupermanti]

How did Denki's first interaction with the Wizard go?

Denki: *going to sleep only to open his eyes and find himself in a cave*

Denki(confused): What the hell?!

???: Denki, Son of Inko!

Denki(turns in the direction of the voice): Huh?

An ederly man holding a glowing staff sitting on a throne: You have been chosen, to be Champion of the gods!

Denki(freaked out): Who the hell are you?!

Wizard: I am the Wizard, Shazam.

Denki(snickering): Seriously?

Wizard(annoyed): SILENCE!!!

Denki(frightened): OK!!!

Denki(curious): What do you mean I was chosen? And why did you call me the “Son of Inko”?

Wizard(sagely): You are noble of heart. Though the world has been unkind to you, you still put on a face of happiness to reassure others before yourself. This is a trait you unknowingly inherited from your parents.

Denki(shocked): Wait, you know who my parents are?!

Wizard(with a kind smile): Yes, know that despite your abnormal birth, once you reveal your relation to them, you and your sister will be embraced by your parents and brother.

Denki(stunned): I have siblings…

Denki(confused): Wait, what do you mean “abnormal birth”?

Wizard: Through my powers of magic, I have seen that you and your sister were made through science with your brother’s blood.

Wizard: Those who created you wished to use you and your sister as weapons with your parents’ might.

Wizard(reassuringly): But a kind soul filled with regret, whisked you both away to safety.

Denki(realizing): I was made in a lab! I’m a clone!

Wizard: Despite this, you still have your mother’s blood in your veins, the blood of Zeus!

Denki(struck with realization): I’m a Demigod!

Wizard(nodding): Yes, I have seen that you brother will face many obstacles in his future.

Wizard(getting serious): He will guide the world into a new age and to help him, I grant you my power to stand alongside him…

Wizard(surging with magical power): The wisdom of Solomon, the strength of Hercules, the stamina of Atlas, the power of Zeus, the courage of Achilles, and the speed of Mercury.

Wizard: This is the power of SHAZAM, do you accept?

Denki(seriously): Like you said, the world hasn’t always been kind to me, I’ve spent my life guarding others from injustice before myself.

Denki(looking him in the eyes): If I can help change it for the better and find out who my family is, then I’ll do it!

Wizard: THEN SAY MY NAME SO THAT MY POWERS MAY FLOW THROUGH YOU!!!

Denki(to himself): Just have to look for an Inko to find my family, shouldn’t be too hard.

Denki(shouting with determination): SHAZAM!!!

Denki:*struck by a bolt of lightning and wakes up in his bed feeling odd*

Denki: Was that all a dream?

Denki(walking to his bathroom): It was too good to be tru-

Denki(sees himself in the mirror): WHAT THE HELL?!?!

Shazam(sees that he is now wearing a red and gold armor with a lightning bolt on his chest and a white cape and hood, but what catches his attention the most is his face): I look like Midoriya!

His hair has turned black and curly and despite his golden yellow eyes of a different shape, he looks like his classmate.

Shazam(realizing): The wizard said I had a brother, but is it really Midoriya? And how am I supposed to change back?

Shazam(testing something): SHAZAM?!

Denki(after being struck and turning back): I DO have magical powers, I’ll have to test them out later. For now I should get some sleep and ask Midoriya about his family.

———————————————————————–

Literally the Next Day;

Izuku(introducing his mother to the class): Everyone, I’d like you to meet my mom, Wonder Woman!

Inko(politely): Please, just call me Inko.

Denki(thinking): IT WAS THAT EASY TO CONFIRM!!!

Denki(still thinking): But who’s our sister?

Mina(walks up to Inko, smiling): Its so nice to meet the Wonder-Mom herself!

Denki(seeing how much Mina looks like a pink, female Izuku): ITS MINA!!!

#my hero superman au #dc shazam #denki kaminari #mina ashido #izuku midoriya #midoriya inko #wizard Shazam #my hero academia

[havoc-bloom]

Hi! Could I get a cookie run match-up?

Appearances: I'm a girl, quite short for being an adult haha( 4'11''), curvy, as you can see, you could describe me as a womanlet lol. I've long brown curly hair and brown eyes. I usually dress vintage, with brownish and warm colors, my style is in between cottegecore and light academia.

Sign: Gemini

Sexuality: asexual heteroromantic, tho I'm not extremely sex repulsed

MBTI type: INTJ

Personality: I don't think I'm easily approachable, mostly because I always look annoyed, but I swear I'm extremely easy going, don't let my bitch rest face deceive you. I guess I can be fun to be around, I like cracking jokes and trying to lighten the atmosphere, I'm also down to do any kind of activity if that means everyone will have fun. I also like to consider myself as kind, generous, I just like to help people; honest but not rude about it, a bit awkward, but I don't mind being this way, makes me cool and sexy (half jk/). Now for the bad traits: I have trust issues to the point where I can get a little paranoid( even tho sometimes I'm right about what my gut tells me🙄) and I have to ground myself a lot of times; this brings me to self isolate from time to time. I also happen to have low self-esteem and, while I'm healing and being more positive about myself, the path to self love is still long, but I'm sure I'll eventually get there!

What I like: I like goofing around with friends; I like making art, 'specially character design, and cooking! (Not to brag but I'm quite good at both >:3c) I'm also down to learn anything trivial: the economics studies I've been doing for the past year? Hell no, I don't know crap, but I sure do know who's more similar between 2 clones and omozigote twins. I like to sunbathe till I'm fried like an egg

Love language: words of affirmation and quality time

What I would love in a relationship: I'm not quite sure honestly, I go well with different personalities, but one thing for sure would be being with someone who's quite open with me! I want to have clear communication, someone who knows their needs and isn't afraid to show'em; someone who's shamelessly themself! Also someone who doesn't easily give up on anything, wether on dreams, tasks or people.

Forgive me for writing so much, I kinda got carried away! Take you sweet time and most importantly have fun! Surprise me! (Also forgive me for any typos or mistakes, English isn't my first language)

Hey there! You want a surprise, huh? Well, based on the info you gave me, I pair you with...

Milk Cookie!

Surprised? This guy will never give up on you, no matter what! He isn't afraid to just be himself around others, and will stop at nothing to achieve his dreams!

Don't worry if you're short! Due to Milk's odd buffness and his height, he can carry you on his shoulders!

"See? Now you're tall, just like me!"

Total goofball-teddy-bear energy, loves making jokes! Finds you super funny too!

He's dabbled in cooking before, and though he's not too skilled, he's perfectly willing to learn! Give him some advice, and he can make a killer tres leches cake!

Also learned about both cooking and art from Latte Cookie! He helped make some designs on the top of her lattes. If you help him out a little, he could make some great art! It just takes a bit of practice, but thankfully he's up to the challenge!

"Well, you never know if you're good at something until you try! That's why I try as many things as possible; I might find something I like!"

THIS MAN IS SO ADORABLE LIKE- :'D

Of course, he loves learning new things! Tell him all sorts of fun facts pls, he has a journal full of random facts he's learned through his adventures!

HE WILL DO EVERYTHING HE CAN TO MAKE YOU FINALLY LOVE URSELF HOMIE, he's the most supportive guy ever (and is probably better than most real life people at giving advice lol)

All in all, he's just a nice, cuddly guy to be around! Hope you liked this! <3

#milk cookie #cookie run kingdom #cookie run #match-ups #crk #milk cookie run

[netherator-rp]

Sillies you can start shit with any time I'm awake, just be sure to specify because otherwise I will be forced to write out responses for all of them which is kind of a pain jk I don't mind it's not like I have anything better to do otherwise. Anyways here they are!

John, my main guy, half demon, chill, son of the current king of hell, he never mentions it as he really doesn't care for publicity and values his privacy. Physical description:≈5'7"(he's still growing and doesn't know when it'll stop due to his dad being like 9ft. tall) usually wearing a red hoodie, has dragonlike wings that are a little more than 6ft. accross when fully outstretched, he also has a tail that fits the stereotypical image of a devil with the triangle end, both the tail and wings are a dark red with the membrane of the wings being more yellowish, he's got hair that's fairly well kept and is a bit shorter than shoulder length, also I forgot to mention he wears jeans mostly and a comfy pair of sneakers (bro is straight up inaudible when walking). He/him. He's 15. Also bisexual.

Noah, @the-boat-man, energetic as he is 12. Learning magic from John. significantly messier hair and typically wears a blue long-sleeved shirt with a poorly fitting pair of jeans because he doesn't give a crap. He's like 5'4" but will grow quite a bit before adulthood to like 5'10". Parents are MIA but he lives in John's place so it's fiiinee. (He actually doesn't know his parents are missing as he basically moved into living with John because it was just a chiller place to be)(his parents don't fight or anything he just likes hanging with John and the parents didn't disapprove because they trust John with their kid's life). As far as he's aware he's straight.

Joseph. Fucking green. Went off to live on an unknown island in the tropics 30 years and hasn't been seen since. Typically wears a tank-top and shorts. His ears are pierced and it's not uncommon for him to be wearing his favorite mushroom earrings. Can photosynthesize. Is into botany. Like 6'2". Asexual, he/they. Looks 20, is likely in his 60's. Genetic modification is another hobby of his (it's why he's green and lookin' young). He's got some naturally curly hair that rarely goes beyond a finger's length.

Nevik, any pronouns, prefers they/them, likes xe/xem, chill with he/him, and while basically no-one ever calls them by it doesn't mind she/her, no fucks givin about gender, panromantic demisexual, 97 but for his species that's barely more than the equivalent of 17, alien that actually bothered to learn English. Telepathic, can breathe underwater. He looks like a humanoid axalotl with pinkish skin. Cold-blooded (biologically I mean. they're a pretty friendly dude). planet is called Xotalia. Their entire species is entirely genderless and doesn't even have biological sexes.

Capt. Pike Alford, he/him. Straight as can be. 6 foot guy. 43 100+ years in the future in a world of spaceships and asteroid mining.(same universe but these guys are already gone) Also occasionally researchers will join aboard his ship for a couple weeks to do do stuff to figure out the development of life or some shit he doesn't care he's just happy to get a small share of the grant money but stays courteous and helps when he can with the research.

Bill, @a-solved-cipher, living drawing in appearance, he/him and gay. John's ex boyfriend. pretty powerful magic user, especially illusions. Demon. Rich by exploiting the labor of clones of himself, but not filthy rich. Does not age. He's 16 and has yet to confront the fact that he will outlive everyone he currently knows.

[dindjarins04]

Friends?

Anakin X FEM!Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Slow burn, idiots in love, fluff

Summary: You and Anakin are best friends, but everyone knows you two are in love, and they're sick and tired of you two.

Request rules here

Prompt list here

Main masterlist here

Anakin Skywalker masterlist here

You, Ahsoka, Rex and Anakin were all laughing and talking while walking the steps of the Jedi temple. You were helping Ahsoka limp up the stairs while Rex helped Anakin. Those two got caught in the explosion while you and Rex were smart and managed to avoid it. When you reached the top of the stairs, you see Obi-Wan shaking his head, medic clones at the ready. They immediately came to Ahsoka and Anakin before taking them to the medical bay while you and Rex were quickly scanned. Just a few scratches here and there, nothing major.

You two were still chuckling as you approached Obi-Wan.

"The Council wishes to talk to you, (Y/N),"

"And what do I owe the pleasure?" Obi-Wan shook his head.

"They want a full report on this mission," Rex laughed loudly, patting your shoulder.

"The report was Anakin's duty because of the-"

"Anakin is now in the med bay, they wish this report to be done now," You groaned before following Obi-Wan.

~~~

After that long and tedious report, you walked back to your room, rubbing your head as you closed the door behind you. You shrugged off your robes and hung it up before walking to your living area and letting out a long sigh.

"(Y/N), have you been shopping lately? You have NOTHING in these cupboards," You jump at the sound of his voice as your friend walks out from the kitchen and you slip off your shoe and throw it at him. He catches it with a smirk. "Hi," He sings out.

"You scared me!" He chuckles.

"I know...but honestly, your empty cupboards scare me," He responds, putting your shoe away.

"What do you want? You're supposed to be in the medbay,"

"I know...but honestly, I didn't need to stay that long," He jumps over the back of the sofa and next to you. "Besides, check our schedules along with Snips and Rex and we're free for the next few days unless Grevious decides to launch an unexpected attack the others can't handle," You smile and shake your head sliding off your other shoe.

"Good, we've been fighting non-stop this entire rotation," You exclaim and Anakin laughs at that.

"You and Rex have. Me and Ahsoka joined in the last week,"

"And you two were the ones who got injured the most,"

"Yeah, because we're that brilliant," He says and you chuckle at him.

"So, why come and bother me with your presence?" You hummed, turning your head to look at him.

"Bother? Please, I'm a delight to be around!" You roll your eyes at him, but it's true, you love it when he's around...hell you love him. You always have. Stupid order and stupid rules. How could you not fall in love with him? Firstly, he's hot, like, super hot. With his curly hair and beautiful eyes. Not to mention his body. How you get flustered when he tears off his shirt while training or when you tend to any injuries his shirt needs to be off for. Secondly, his natural confidence. It's something about that confidence that stirs something inside of you. You haven't even gotten started on how much of a skilled fighter he is. He's one of the best Jedi's...the best Master...well, former Master.

But behind all that cockiness, arrogance, humour and confidence is the sweet boy from Tatooine, the caring side you saw more often than not.

You remember that time you were stupidly arrogant, more arrogant than he has ever been and almost ended up dead at the hands of Count Dooku. You remember how protective he got, almost killing Dooku, and it was the first time you ever saw the Count flee away from a fight. After that, Anakin was at your side, lifting you onto his lap, comming every single clone to come to your aid. He was so gentle when holding you, carefully removing the hair from your face. And he was there when you woke up as well. He was always there. You can always count on him.

Like you tend to his wounds that don't need to be tended to by nurses or doctors, he does too. He's so gentle when wiping the injuries, it's his softer side only a few people get to see.

"I asked you a question Skywalker, why come to my 'no food in the cupboard' apartment?" You quizzed as you stood up and moved to the kitchen, checking if your cupboards are truly empty.

"Because Ahsoka is resting in the medbay, Rex is out with the boys and Obi-Wan is with the Council,"

"Oh, so I'm the last resort?" You feign hurt, before finding a tin of soup. You turn to throw it at him, but he's right behind you, towering over you. Your face flushes at the close proximity as he smirks down at you. "My cupboards aren't empty?" You say after clearing your throat. "And personal space!" You push at his chest and he chuckled, dramatically staggering away.

"One tin of soup?"

"I'm one person!" You defend. "I don't expect people to be around when I make dinner, or if we do eat together, we always go to Dexter's," You say, putting the soup away.

"Soup is not dinner,"

"It's enough," You turn back to him to see him leaning against the counter with that goddamn confidence. Let's just say, he can pull any girl and he knows it. "So, what do you plan on doing?" He huffs and looks around the kitchen.

"Shopping?" You roll your eyes.

"Ha, very funny, Skywalker. I'm not going to do any sort of shopping with you,"

"What? Why?" He asks in shock.

"Because last time I went shopping for food, you were like a puppy! You wanted to see everything, touch anything and buy everything!" You say, remembering the last time you went out shopping with Anakin.

"Well...it's because it was a brand new shop-"

"That place has been there for 10 years," Anakin rolls his eyes playfully while crossing his arms.

"So? I never went there before," You roll your eyes before walking out of your kitchen and to your living area. "So, what are you doing then?" He asks, following you and doing the typical jump over the back of your sofa to sit beside you.

"Got some reports to write up," You yawn. "Since you couldn't do these reports, I had to do the oral and written one-Stop laughing!"

"You said oral," He snickers, resting his head on your shoulder, staring at the holopad in your hand which shows the beginning of your report.

"Grow up," You groan playfully.

"Hey, I'm not the one who made a sexual joke-"

"Shut up," You slap his head before typing away, Anakin watching the words appear on the screen, pointing out grammar mistakes and helping you change the clone names to their numbers. Obviously, you would use their names such as Viktor and Rowan, but the Council and Senate would need their numbers (CT-6675 and CT-6687) which you always forget.

"What would you do without me?" He mumbles after an hour of writing a report. Your head is now in his lap, his flesh hand gently stroking your hair, his metal hand supporting his head on the armrest.

"Mess up all my reports," He chuckles.

"I agree," He looks down at you, the urge to press a kiss to your soft lips growing with every second. It's so hard to hold back. He's had a crush on you since you became his padawan. The 501st and the 789th know (his battalion and yours) and he's surprised Viktor and Rex hasn't told you. Obi-Wan and Ahsoka know his attraction to you. Ahsoka always pestering him to tell her master, but he always says something smart so she would leave him alone for a day or two. Obi-Wan has tried to convince Anakin not to fall in love, but now he just allows it, covering for him because he loves Anakin like a brother and will protect him.

However, to him, you're amazing. You're beautiful, the brightest star in the galaxy. You're the funniest person he's met. The best fighter and second-best star pilot, he's obviously the best. He admires your quick thinking on the battlefield. He finds whatever you do cute, no matter what. You could be talking to Viktor while sewing up his blacks his torn or chatting with your men while helping them clean their armour and blasters. Or it could be something as stupid as walking around the Temple, he finds your walk cute, and he doesn't know why.

But his attraction, his love for you, has driven him crazy. He hates the Order. Hates the Council. And he hates it because of their rules. He hates it because the Order denies any chance between you two. But, yet again, he doesn't even know how you feel about him. He's tried to get the answer from you whether asking sneaky questions or trying to read your mind, it never works. And why is that? Because you're a powerful Jedi. You cannot be fooled so easily.

"Do you want to write up the explosion?" You say, tilting your head back to look up at him. He smiles down at you, holding back not to press a small kiss on you.

"No, you need to write it from your point of view. Snips and I have our own ones to write up,"

"Ugh, I've got to do everything," You mumble, looking back down at your holopad and typing up the report. Not long after you finished writing up, you hear a knock on your door. You lift yourself from Anakin's lap and walk over and open it to see Viktor, Rex, Ahsoka and some of your men there, along with Obi-Wan. "What's up?"

"We're going out for drinks, and we're paying for you because of all those reports you had to write up!" Ahsoka exclaims.

"Yes, General, your precious hands must be aching!" Viktor says dramatically and you hit him playfully.

"Shut up! And, yes, I'll join you," Ahsoka grins. "Obi-Wan...you want to go as well?"

"Drinks," He says and you nod your head.

"You coming too Skyguy?" Ahsoka asks with a strange look on her face. You turn to see Anakin standing almost directly behind you.

"Sure, why not?" He says, narrowing his eyes at Ahsoka. You look between the two, sensing a secret conversation.

"Guys?" You say and they both look at you.

"Come on, let's go!"

~~~

You, Ahsoka, Rex, Anakin, Viktor and a few more clones from both 501st and the 789th entered '99's. You managed to find a table near the back that had enough seats for all of you. You took the end seat with Ahsoka by your side, Viktor in front of you and it ended up so Anakin and Obi-Wan were at the end of the table, furthest from you. To be honest, you weren't even intending to be far or close to Anakin, you just wanted to be with your friends. However, for Anakin, it was both a good and bad thing. Good that he can stare at you and not say anything stupid while he drank but bad that he can't spend time with you.

Obi-Wan looked at Anakin who was already glancing your way. He cleared his throat and stood up.

"Me and Anakin will get drinks, any requests?" Anakin cocked a brow at him but also stood up. You all put in your orders and they weaved through the dancing crowd to the bar.

"Why drag me along? You could've asked someone else," Anakin states.

"Well, I'm sick and tired of your relationship with your former padawan. Either get with her or stay friends, stop sitting on the fence," Obi-Wan scolded before he order the drinks. He then leaned against the counter while he waited.

"I...I can't get with her, she is not into me let alone the Council," Obi-Wan chuckled.

"Me and Satine are doing quite alright," Anakin gasped, his jaw dropping to the ground.

"NO WAY! SERIOUSLY?!"

"Yes! Quiet down! We've kept it a secret, it's not hard,"

"No, because she's in Mandalore, not your next-door neighbour!"

"Okay, well, that's true...but please...try or just stop," The bartender came back with two trays of drinks. Anakin paid him before the men left and walked back to the tables. Before they got there, Obi-Wan grabbed a cocktail from his tray and placed it on Anakin's.

"Hey! I've got loads already-!"

"That's (Y/N)'s," Anakin nods his head.

"Still, you almost made me knock over these drinks," He muttered before they got to the tables.

"Yes, finally," You cheered as you stood up to help give out the drinks. Obi-Wan was standing closer to you so you helped him while Anakin tried his best to remember who was whose. After you finished, Anakin handed your one to you. You smiled and thanked him before sitting down. He sighed turned and walked back to his seat. Obi-Wan also sighed as he looked at his former padawan.

"Sir, maybe try and sit closer to her?" Rex said from next to him. Anakin furrowed his brows and looked over at you.

"Yeah, seems a bit full over there,"

"Sit on the end, take Kenobi with you, say our conversation is too boring," Rex nudged Anakin and he sighed before nodding and standing, dragging his chair. Obi-Wan followed, also carrying both of their drinks.

"We're joining you," Anakin said as he sat at the end next to you.

"Too boring down there?" Anakin scoffed at your question.

"Way too boring," He said as he leaned forward, Obi-Wan sitting beside him. "So, what were we talking about?"

"We're just about to play Never Have I Ever," You say with a wink, and you wished to yourself you never even thought about playing this game.

~~~

It was only you, Ahsoka, Anakin, Obi-Wan, Viktor and Rex left, everyone else went home. You were still playing Never Have I Ever, obviously with various conversations, the questions, however, became more...intense.

"Okay, Never Have I Ever thought about fucking someone on this table," Ahsoka said with a smirk. Everyone besides Obi-Wan, Viktor, and of course Ahsoka, drank. You gasped and covered your mouth with your hand as you laughed.

"What the hell?" Obi-Wan said, chuckling and shaking his head.

"One of y'all better be gay," Ahsoka snorted as you all laughed again. It was Viktor's turn and he fixed his eyes on you.

"Never Have I ever hooked up with a clone," He says with a smirk and you bit your tongue before you drank.

"(Y/N)?!" Ahsoka almost screamed, Anakin's eyes widening.

"Who?" He pushed and you shook your head, chuckling.

"I'm not telling, and Viktor, I thought you said you wouldn't tell anyone!" You hissed, kicking him under the table, receiving a laugh from him.

"Wait...was it you two?" Ahsoka whispered yell and both of you pulled a face of disgust.

"Ew, no," Obi-Wan simply sighed before it was Rex's turn who wore a smile.

"Never Have I ever hooked up with a Mandalorian," Everyone turned to glare at Obi-Wan who sighed before he drank from his cup. Ahsoka gasped loudly.

"WHAT?!" You all laughed, knowing it was Ahsoka's first time hearing this. Obi-Wan rolled his eyes before asking a question.

"Never Have I ever been caught having sex," You rolled your eyes and drank, Viktor laughing.

"Do one!" You hissed, giving him the middle finger.

"I need to know about this story," Anakin said with a chuckle.

"You were on that mission, General," Viktor said.

"It was the one when we, them, the 212th and the 104th were all on the mission on Ryloth," Rex said and you looked at him.

"You know?"

"He told me," Your jaw dropped.

"Who else did he tell?"

"Cody and his close friends. Don't worry, he told them they will be killed if anyone else found out,"

"Good," You said and then it was your turn to ask a question.

"Never Have I ever fell in love," You said, purposely glaring at Viktor who shook his head and drank. You knew Obi-Wan would drink but you never suspected Anakin to drink. Your gaze flattered from Viktor who began chuckling.

"You fell in love, Viktor?" Ahsoka and Rex questioned and he shrugged before pointing to you two.

"You fell in love...when?" You asked and he shrugged.

"I'm not telling," He teased, mocking what you said earlier. "My turn-"

"Padme! Right?" You accused with a finger.

"I'm not telling,"

"I'll tell you the clone if you tell me,"

"He will," Ahsoka said and he glared at her.

"Okay, it was Wolffe, we hooked up more than once, your turn,"

"I never agreed to this-"

"Please tell me!" You begged.

"I'll tell her if you don't," Ahsoka said and you nodded. He sighed and shook his head.

"You," He mumbled, looking away. Your heart was beating so hard you almost couldn't breathe.

"Me?" You asked softly, the others reading the room and quietly leaving the table.

"Yeah," He drained his cup, his hand shaking only slightly.

"When?"

"I've always loved you...I still do," He said, finally looking in your eyes, getting lost in them as he tried to remember each detail of you before you reject him and never see him again. Your heart was in your throat, unable to form any words.

"I..." You stood up and he frowned, looking away, pinching the bridge of his nose but stopping when he feels you sitting on his lap. He turns his head as your wrap your arms around his neck, hands running through his hair before you press your lips against his. You lose yourself in the sensation, deepening the kiss, deprived and wanting. His hands settle on your hips as he kisses back, and even though you're on top, he takes control, squeezing your hips.

You both pull away for air, heads resting against each other. His eyes are still closed, afraid that when he opens them it'll all be a dream, none of it true.

"I love you too...I always have and always will," You breathe out, heart still racing. He finally opens his eyes, smiling warmly.

"I know," You chuckle, playfully slapping his shoulder. He laughs before he presses your lips together again. He trails them down to your neck, sucking and biting softly. You throw your head back, moaning at the pleasure.

"I...we should take this back to my place~"

~~~

He wakes up and smiles when the first thing he sees is you snuggled into him. He keeps his arm wrapped around you, memories from last night replaying in his head. He wants this to me forever, you at his side and him protecting you at all times, whispering sweet nothings. You peppering light kisses over his bare chest while he marks you in every place his lips touch.

He'll do anything for you, anything to keep you safe. He doesn't want to lose you or this relationship you both have built. He promises it, and he'll never break it, nor your heart, ever.

#anakin #anakin skywalker #anakin x reader #anakin x you #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker x reader fluff #anakin x reader fluff #anakin skywalker fluff #anakin fluff #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars x reader #star wars fluff #clone wars #clone wars fanfiction #clone wars anakin #clone wars anakin x reader

[superhusbands4ever]

So I have this headcanon that after Cody adopts this little mutated CT cadet with something to prove to be his official Little Brother™️ and Alpha-17 is just like “yeah okay so this is happening”, all the other CC class clones in Cody’s batch also end up adopting Rex to be the official Little Brother™️. And even though they aren’t quite as open about it, Fox, Bly, Wolffe, and Ponds are just as protective of Rex as Cody is but they’re better at hiding it. Fox in particular is a little gruff and a little rough with emotions so he doesn’t always know how to show he cares but he calls Rex “blondie” and smirks when the kid sasses Cody and Wolffe and stands in the background and glares at anyone, even the long necks, who tries to mess with his vod’ika just for being who he is. And it’s okay because Rex will smile that megawatt grin at him and Fox knows that he’s doing right by his brother.

And then after they all get their assignments, Fox has to deal with the anxiety and stress that comes with watching all his brothers go off to fight in the war while he’s stationed on Coruscant running the Guard and protecting the Chancellor. And of course it doesn’t help that he’s working directly under a Sith Lord, he sees the darker mechanizations that go on in the background, hears the words that are said behind closed doors, the plans that are made under the table, but what is there that he can do about it when he’s just a clone? Who would believe one lowly clone versus the Chancellor of the Galactic Republic.

Not to mention, Palpatine doesn’t need the chip in Fox’s brain to control him, not at first. The Jedi would never use the Force to get the clones to do their bidding, but Palpatine has no problem subtly controlling his commander, gaslighting him, making him question whether what he saw or heard was real or not, makes him forget long swaths of time where if Fox thinks too hard about it it just gives him a headache and makes his hands shake and his skin break out in a cold sweat. We saw the way Fox flinched back from Anakin in To Catch a Jedi not just once, but twice, and Fox doesn’t work enough with the Jedi to know that Anakin might be angry but he wouldn’t hurt Fox, especially when he’s seen how close Anakin is to the Chancellor. His only true experience with the Force is the Dark Side, even if he doesn’t recognize it as such.

Fast forward to an abandoned warehouse on Coruscant. He doesn’t really remember much about how he got here or what he’s doing. All he knows is that his men are stony and quiet around him and Rex, his little blondie, is on the ground clutching Fives, the fugitive, Rex’s vod’ika, sobbing into his chest where the blaster bolt wound is still burning and Fox is holding the smoking blaster.

He tries to talk to Rex, to figure out what the hell had happened, what the hell did Fox do, why wasn’t his blaster set to stun, why wasn’t his blaster set to stun—

Commander Fox, execute ARC-5555. Make sure he is not taken alive.

But his men are pulling him back, telling him they need to report back to the Chancellor, and Fox watches as General Skywalker leads Rex back to their speeder, gently pries Rex’s hands from Fives body as the Guard take the body away to be disposed of.

When he tells the Chancellor that Fives is dead the man looks grim but his eyes are bright with poorly concealed glee as he nods yes, it is good that such a dangerous traitor has been taken down and is no longer a threat to your brothers or the Republic and Fox’s head throbs and he feels like he’s going to throw up but he nods and leaves the office feeling like he’s missing something, something vital.

He tries to comm Rex but Rex doesn’t answer, even when Fox knows the 501st is back on Coruscant. He tries to talk to Bly or Wolffe or Ponds about it but they weren’t there, they don’t see it, they didn’t see the look in Rex’s eyes as he held his dying brother or the frown on his face when he looked at Fox as Skywalker led him away. He just needs time to process, they tell him, you know how much the twins meant to him and now they’re both gone. But it’s more than that, Fox needs to understand, needs Rex to understand that he would never do this to him on purpose, he would never hurt his little brother like that, would never betray the closest family and the only people he truly trusts in such a way and he doesn’t know why he did it.

Finally Fox gets an incredibly rare day off rotation when the 501st and the 212th are both planet side in the GAR barracks and he decides it’s time to pay his brothers a visit, it’s time to take action and take matters into his own hands. Except when he gets to the GAR and he finds Rex in the mess... Rex looks at him and suddenly looks so exhausted, so drained, so physically pained that it takes Fox’s breath away and he turns and leaves before Rex can open his mouth and say the words that Fox knows are coming but is too much of a coward to let himself hear.

And that’s how Cody finds Fox, dressed in civvies and curled up in a ball on the ground of his room. His body is shaking and his hands are clutching at his long curly hair and he’s hyperventilating near on the verge of tears. He’s so tired, he’s so done, he doesn’t know what to do, there’s nothing he can do—

I don’t know what I’m doing, I can’t keep doing this. I killed Fives. I killed Fives and Rex h-hates me, Rex’ika hates me, I can’t—

And Cody can’t do anything but hold onto him and try to assure him that Rex does not hate him, he’s just hurt and sad and he needs time to process it but he doesn’t hate Fox, could never hate his ori’vod.

But Fox just shakes his head because he knows, he knows something isn’t right and he hurt one of the people he swore on his life he would do anything to protect and he doesn’t know what to do anymore, nothing is right anymore, everything is wrong, it’s all wrong wrong wrong—

And months later, when Rex is flying off that Sith damned moon in his and Ahsoka’s Y-wing, he thinks about Fox, his ori’vod who served under Chancellor Pal— Emperor Palpatine, Lord Sideous — the dispassionate way he told the Guard to shoot down Ahsoka on Coruscant, the blankness in his voice when he told Fives to put the blasters down next to Jesse’s detached voice when he told the 332nd to open fire, the way Fox’s hands shook and the aborted step toward him when Rex walked away with the General, the ignored coms, seeing Fox that day in the mess when he ran before Rex could say anything, and his head throbs and his heart aches when he realizes all these little things, these tiny signs of deceit, of betrayal, had been right there in front of him the whole time, but he’d been too blinded by his feelings to see it.

#i made myself cry #anyway #cady writes #the clone wars #commander fox #commander Cody #captain rex #coruscant guard #arc trooper fives #commander wolffe #commander ponds #commander bly #clone wars #tcw #headcanon

[brother-genitivi]

missing Tup and Dogma hours so here are some headcanons about these two... also everything's slightly happier. slightly.

set in my nicer au where domino squad survives which u can read about here :))

(do not tag as cl*necest. i will bite you)

warnings: mention of nightmares, alcohol, the usual clone wars horrors

-Tup's hair reaches his collarbone. It’s thick and curly like every clone’s hair, and while he finds it okay to manage, Dogma is the one who puts it up for him. He does it enough times that it becomes habitual.

-Dogma cuts hair for all of the 501st (except for Domino Squad; their hair rests in Fives’s hands). His own hands happen to be very steady. He had to start somewhere though, so Dogma practiced on himself... hence the kriffed up hairline. Tup laughed himself to tears when it happened.

-they’re batchmates. They don't know what happened to their other batchmates, not for sure. For a while, whispers of 'decommissioning' spread around Kamino.

-during his cadet years, Dogma followed regulations to a T. He was ‘the perfect clone’ in the Kaminoan’s eyes, a description that earnt him his name. To Dogma, it was praise. An assurance that he would be safe from decommissioning.

-Tup was highly underestimated as a young cadet. He was considered average throughout his training, but it was something he did on purpose. He was worried that he would be separated from his batchmates, assigned to an elite squad or promoted to a different battalion, if he showed his true potential.

-Dogma and Tup are amongst the youngest of those present on Umbara. Dogma is slightly older than his batchmate, however. Their responsibility is to their brothers, but they're always the first to find each other after a battle.

-Dogma has a hidden talent for being able to draw with both hands. Being ambidextrous comes naturally to all clones, but Dogma can draw almost photorealistically on two holopads at one time.

-Tup hates sleeping on GAR-issued bedding. The blankets itch and the sheets make his skin crawl. He'd much rather sleep on the floor, or use his brother as a mattress.

-Dogma doesn't hate touch. Rather, the opposite. It's more that he doesn't know when or how to initiate it, and no way in kriffing hell is he going to ask for it. Luckily, Tup's quite receptive to his brother's thoughts, and is quite happy to provide his vod with hugs.

-Tup doesn't fear much. He stared down a charging General Krell without flinching for kriff's sake. Of course, he fears the loss of his brothers, losing the war, and his dreams, but not much else. Except maybe spiders.

-they both have a sweet tooth. Rations provided for the GAR are bland, flavourless. The first time Dogma ate a sweet snack made from scratch, he almost cried. Tup took about a billion holopics of the sweets for the sole purpose of projecting it by his bed.

-all the official reports say that Krell was killed in self defense. Rex even has audio evidence of Krell's plans to join Dooku. Because of this, Dogma stays with the 501st. With his brothers.

-Tup has nightmares more often than most of his vode. They're hazy and incomprehensible, except for the words bouncing around his mind. He can't discern what the words are. None of his dreams make sense. Tup wakes in a cold sweat and struggles to breathe, hastily brushing away shed tears.

-the first time Dogma goes to 79's, it takes quiiiiite a few drinks to even get him tipsy. When he's drunk, he tends to smile and laugh more. He's way more touchy too, slinging his arms around his vode's shoulders and wheezing at the most ridiculous things. Dogma also writes on the walls of the bathroom. His one small act of rebellion.

-they don't like being separated. Dogma doesn't leave his batchmate's side once after events on Ringo Vinda. They come as a package deal; where one goes, the other will follow.

-Fives gets the chip out of Tup's head before Nala Se can conduct any of her... 'experiments'. He couldn't have done that without Dogma's intervention. They never stopped being brothers after Umbara, but now Fives knows he has a friend he can trust. Dogma is one of three brothers who knows Fives fakes his death.

-Tup survives the operation. He knows Dogma is lying about something, but he doesn’t know what. He's numb, grief-stricken when he hears about Fives. Dogma supplies him with one of his best hugs.

-Dogma has his chip removed soon after. Kix oversees the operation. It's the last time Dogma sees the medic before he disappears.

#star wars #the clone wars #tcw #the clone wars headcanons #tcw headcanons #clone trooper tup #clone trooper dogma #ct 6922 #ct 5385 #arc trooper fives #clone medic kix #i miSS THEM SO MUCH #THEY DESERVED BETTER #screaming and sobbing #clones my beloved

[alderaani]

prison break (echo x reader)

A valentines gift for @just-some-girl-92 as part of the event being run by @starwarsfandomfests! Thanks so much for putting another one of these together @lilhawkeye3, and I really hope you like this Dell! I think credit for white haired Echo goes to @/amiro-art? That was the first place I saw it anyway, and I’ve really liked the headcanon that it’s like that post-techno union ever since!

Based on this prompt: Character A moves in next to Character B. They have conjoined balconies and A's pet/child wanders into B's apartment.

Fives and Echo are both reunited and well in this because everyone gets to be happy on Valentine’s Day and I said so. We don’t need canon on this blog.

The other side of the wall explodes with noise. 

It makes you pause, looking up from the knitting trailing over your knees to cock your head towards the opposite apartment. You think you hear the screech of furniture legs being pushed along the floor, then the frantic rumble of several male voices speaking over the top of each other, the clatter and clang of things as they are removed and replaced.

It’s odd. When Tith-Mar lived next door, you used to hear it every time he coughed, or swore at that awful old holodrama he used to watch every Taungsday. As much as you tried to stop yourself you couldn’t help but get invested, and that was almost worse. Out of pride you never put it on your own unit, but that just meant you ended up half pressed against the wall, eventually not even pretending you weren’t listening to Capula and Mont confess their love. It had given you something to talk about, anyway, when you went onto the balcony to water your plants and he went out there to smoke the fancy deathsticks he joked he’d live and die by.

In the year since the war ended and Tith-Mar was finally able to move back out to be with his daughter on Ryloth you’ve never quite gotten used to the quiet. There was a strange comfort in knowing that there was someone on the other side of the wall. Maybe it came from the three years of water shortages and occasional outages - or, notably, the rampage of the Zillo beast, which hadn’t come quite close enough to flatten you in your sleep, but had downed enough of the power grid that you’d been locked in your apartment for five rotations. You miss the soft Rylothi folk music he used to play in the mornings, and you miss seeing him sometimes, blowing smoke up into the brisk Coruscant mornings with his blue lek, faded now in old age, wrapped around his neck like a scarf.

You just miss the comforting assurance of having someone else there. If it wasn’t for the sound of the door going, and the occasional thump of something being moved, you’d hardly know that you had neighbours at all now. It’s almost funny to think back on the furore it caused when the Republic bought the apartment for GAR resettlement. It led to the only neighbourhood meeting the building has ever had, and you’ve been very glad for that fact after discovering that a solid faction of your fellow citizens are bigots. It’s something you knew, objectively, but witnessing it from the people you personally rub shoulders with was a harder pill to swallow than having to watch some of the anti-clone protests on the holonews. You’ve not tried to remember the more colourful misconceptions about clone troopers aired by prim soft-handed mid-levellers as they sat in a lobby you can remember the Coruscant Guard clearing rubble from with nothing but their hands. However, you do very vividly remember someone from two floors up asking you if you’d ‘really feel safe’ living next to ‘those walking warmongers’, being young and living on your own. You’d shut that down, of course, and the resulting vote had passed in favour.

You’d honestly half expected the troopers to reject the place after that, and you wouldn’t have blamed them either. 

Everyone had known the day they moved in, had pretended not to watch as a GAR issue speeder loaded with two armoured figures and a meagre quantity of possessions had pulled up on the walkway and made their way cautiously inside. You’d thought about introducing yourself, knocking or something, but concluded in the end that they didn’t need anyone else ogling them. You’d figured that there would be plenty of time for that later...and now here you are, a whole year on, and that glimpse is just about the closest you’ve ever gotten to them. You think they still spend a lot of time off-planet, helping with the reconstruction missions the now-voluntary GAR conducts throughout the Mid and Outer Rims. You hadn’t even been sure that they were home at the moment, actually. 

There’s no doubting it now, as the frantic thumps and raised voices continue. Through your balcony door, cracked open to catch some of the soft breeze the weather engineers have scheduled today, you can make out a little of what their voices are saying, one frantic and forceful, the other softer, but no less worried.

“ - kriffing hell, can’t believe we’ve lost...Rex will have our heads…”

“...can’t have gotten far...can’t even walk!”

“ - already checked the fresher, Echo!”

“It can’t hurt to check twice...knew we shouldn’t have…”

You bite your lip, turning round while debating whether you should offer your help. Then you freeze. The baby on the other side of your caf table freezes too, chubby hand poised to grab the cookie you’d been saving for later. They’re standing on legs that wobble a bit, and there’s a glint of steely determination in the dark eyes that fix on your face. 

“Hello,” you say a little weakly, realising very abruptly what the troopers must have lost.

The kid appraises you for a moment longer, brow furrowed and intent. There’s a huge amount of judgement there for such a small face, those focused eyes taking you in for several very long seconds. Then they huff, and very deliberately turn their attention back to the cookie. You smother an incredulous laugh. 

“Not impressed, huh?” You say, carefully setting your knitting aside and uncovering your legs. “Can’t say I blame you, I prefer cookies too.”

The baby doesn’t dignify this with any attention, instead making a soft crowing noise as their little fingers strike victory and retract with the cookie firmly in grasp. When they immediately move to cram it into their mouth you burst into action, leaning across the caf table to swipe it. Just those mere seconds of contact have made it slightly damp. 

The baby’s face scrunches in outrage, and they let go of the table edge, sinking down onto their padded bottom with a sharp, high noise of annoyance. They don’t cry, but the frown is something spectacular.

“Sorry, kid.” You force yourself the rest of the way up, keeping a hold on the cookie with one hand. Can kids this young even eat solid foods yet? Do they have any allergies? You don’t have any siblings, so the last time you were around a baby was when you were one. For all this one’s bravado, they look awfully breakable. “I’ll hang on to this for now, yeah?”

You don’t think that they’re old enough to understand what you’re saying, but the huff the baby lets out feels extremely pointed. You stare down at them on your rug.

“Don’t suppose you could give me any pointers on how to hold you?”

It turns out babies are wriggly. You put the cookie down long enough to hoist the kid into your arms and attempt to manoeuvre their little arms and legs so that they’re not jabbing into your vital organs, but at the sight of the food being placed far away, the kid lets out a piercing noise, right into your ear, and attempts to kamikaze their way back to it. A body that two seconds ago was ramrod solid and deliberately unwieldy is suddenly boneless and impossible to hold onto. Your brain goes empty of everything but wrestling with several pounds of struggling infant. 

You end up on the floor, eventually, but at least both of you are in one piece. You’re breathing heavily. The kid’s face is thunderous. It’s very cute, but you can’t wait to give it back and appreciate that from a distance. Somehow, you manage to settle them onto your hip.

“What the f - heck was that for?” You ask, purely to make yourself feel better. Even if the kid could answer you, you get the feeling they simply wouldn’t. “Was it because I put the biscuit down?”

The kid makes a huffing noise. You roll your eyes, but can’t help smiling. The baby’s dark, just-curling hair is soft against the skin of your upper arm, and their weight is warm and solid against your side. 

“I’m not taking it away from you. I’m gonna let you have it, just need to make sure it’s safe for womp-rats first. And return you before those poor guys tear their place apart, okay?”

You re-collect the cookie and struggle back to your feet, looking towards the open balcony. Visions flash through your mind of the baby pulling that boneless trick out there, with nothing but spacelanes separating them from the ground 50 stories below, and...no. You’re not even vaguely risking that. The front door is definitely the better option, but somehow more daunting, as you stand before the neighbouring apartment with your heart in your throat.

The second you knock, the frantic voices inside cut off abruptly, and then you hear the mad scramble that ensues to reach the door. It wooshes open, and suddenly you’re face to face with your neighbours for the first time. 

They’re less identical than you’d expected. Maybe that’s a stupid thought, but it’s the first one that stumbles, half formed and dazed, into the open void your brain has just become. The second, very unhelpful follow up, is that they’re also much prettier than you’d expected. Not that you’d necessarily expected anything, but - you’ve never seen one of the clones without their helmets before. The Corrie Guard, back during the war, had made a point of never taking them off as far as you’d ever seen. That was apparently a crying shame. One of them has thick, dark curly hair, a tidy goatee, and a tattoo on his forehead. The other’s hair is a sharp, startling white, interrupted by metal nodes of some sort. Some sort of post-war medical adaptation, you assume. He’s slightly leaner all over, his eyes a little larger in his face. But the way both of them sag against the door frame is exactly the same.

“Thank the fucking force,” The dark haired one breathes, clutching at his chest.

The other trooper elbows him sharply in the ribs. “Fives.”

“She’s ten months old, Echo. She’s not gonna repeat it.”

“She just escaped from our apartment after General Skywalker swore up and down she’s not mobile yet. It’s gonna be her first word just to spite us.”

You laugh before you can stop yourself and flush a little when all attention snaps back to you.

“That I can believe,” you force yourself to say. “Hi. I think I found something of yours.”

You hold out your armful of infant and - you presume Fives is his name - reaches out to take her, groaning in relief. 

“Thank you,” he says, fervent, taking a moment to bury his face into the child’s hair. She puts a determined thumb into her mouth and stares at your hand, still clutching the cookie. The trooper turns her in his arms and holds her up at eye level. “You are a menace, Leia. I thought we were gonna have to call in a search.”

It’s nice to have a name for that little displeased face. Leia regards the trooper for a moment before sticking her hand into his face. His eyes are impossibly warm as he pretends to gobble her fingers, and it is, quite frankly, cute as fuck. He turns his attention back to you, but just as he opens his mouth, the sound of a comm going off somewhere behind them cuts through the moment.

“That’ll be the General,” The white-haired trooper laughs. “You better take her and show him, before he raises down half of Coruscant trying to get here.”

Fives nods, flashing another blinding grin at you, before he and Leia are gone. The trooper you’re left with blows out a breath and scrubs a hand over his face. 

“Well,” he says, his mouth crooking into a wry smile. “That was exciting.” 

He sticks his hand out, and when you take it, his palm is rough and his grip firm. You give him your name without thinking about it, staring into the kind, golden depths of his eyes. They crinkle at the corners when he grins. 

“I’m Echo. And - I know Fives already said it, but seriously, thank you. Where the shab did you find her?”

“Trying to steal biscuits from my caf table,” you say, laughing openly when Echo drops his face back into his hand and groans with embarrassment. “I think she got in through the balcony door.”

“Force, we didn’t even think of that. What a first impression, you must think we’re idiots.” 

You shake your head, enamoured by the faint colour you can see rising in his cheeks. He brings his metal hand up to his face and presses the cool prosthetic against his skin. 

“Not at all. You should have seen the look she gave me when I found her, she knows she’s in charge.” 

Echo smiles bashfully. “It’s the first time we’ve ever won the lot to babysit the twins, our Company would have crucified us if we’d lost her.” 

“Then I’m very glad to have provided a rescue.” 

There’s a short silence as you fidget with your sleeves, strange anticipation churning in your gut. There’s no reason to keep standing here now that the pleasantries are done with, the baby exchanged, but...some part of you resists it, almost looking for an excuse to stay. He and Fives are the first new friendly faces you’ve met in a long time, soothing a sting you didn’t know was there.

“I - um -,” Echo begins suddenly, shifting a little. The colour in his face deepens. “I really like your plants. I’ve always meant to say something. We keep trying to guess what they are.” 

“Oh!” Your heart turns over in your chest and you wouldn’t be able to stop the smile bursting onto your face if you tried. Those damn things are so hard to keep alive through the unpredictable engineered weather. You don’t think you’re particularly house proud, but you do preen a little that he’s noticed. “Thank you, I, um, I water them every morning. I could...go through them with you one day? If you like?” 

Echo’s head dips an assent. “I’d really like that.” 

You linger a moment longer, a pleased thrill still lingering in your belly, but there’s no putting it off now. “I suppose I should let you go. But...please knock if you need anything.” 

Echo smiles. “Hopefully not in pursuit of any more babies.” 

You’re just about to turn away when you remember the cookie in your hand, slightly smushed now. “Oh! Can you give this to Leia? I wanted to make sure she could eat them, first, but I promised. Seemed only fair, since she went to all that trouble.” 

Echo huffs, his expression softening, taking the cookie with careful hands. “I’ll make sure her highness gets it.” 

Then you go back to your quiet apartment, somehow deflated when faced with the monotony of your knitting and your music. You hear a few more sounds from the other side of the wall, faint laughter, perhaps a child squealing, and find your curiosity has not been sated at all.

It’s a wonderful surprise, then, when two days later on a clear, sunlit morning, you slide open your balcony door to water the plants and find Echo waiting, his face tipped up to the brightening sky. There is a packet of cookies resting on the duracrete by his feet, and two steaming mugs of caf on the railing by his elbow. 

It feels like something special...It feels like a beginning. 

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[clonehub]

Title: Arrival

Rating: G

Wordcount: 1,941

Characters: Jax, Kiki, Crusade Squad, JaKi

Content warnings: childbirth Author’s note: nothing graphic and nothing depressing! Jax just has a lot of feelings

Jax rolls over in bed, watching Kiki tie all her curly hair into a loose-ish bun at the back of her head. She crosses the room and deposits a handful of dirty clothing in the basket. Through the mirror, they make eye contact. Kiki rolls her eyes.

“Don’t laugh at my waddle,” she whines.

“I’m not laughing,” Jax protests. His eyes trace the curve of her profile, from her forehead down to the roundness of her belly, which she currently rubs a hand against. She’s due any minute now. “It’s kind of cute.”

“No it’s not!”

Kiki stayed with the 686th right up until her due date, so Jax feels he knows a thing or two about waddles. How Kiki walks now is much more noticeable. A proper waddle. He suspects she tried to hide it while she was expecting in the GAR.

Jax openly laughs, which draws a huff out of Kiki. To escape his teasing, she walks--waddles--out of their bedroom, likely headed to the kitchen for food. 

After getting Pai ready for the day, she and Jax head downstairs for breakfast. Pai is a bit sleepy, but she’s chattering away about cereal, her favorite food, as they descend the stairs. Jax promises her that they’ll read together before and after her nap for the day. When they enter the brightly-lit room, Kiki has her hands braced on the countertop, a deep grimace twisting her face. 

Jax has to force the fear out of him so he can speak properly. “Are you okay?”

Kiki waves her hand. “Just a contraction,” she says. Eventually, the tension fades and she’s able to stand up normally. Ridge, who’d been rubbing her shoulder through the contraction, looks at Jax with a mix of excitement and trepidation. 

Ridge missed his own girlfriend’s labor, but he was hovering when Kiki went into hers with Pai. Ultimately, he knows about the event in a way Jax still has yet to learn--a fact that creates a dark and ugly feeling in the pit of his stomach. Setting Pai in her high chair, he opens the cupboard for her breakfast cereal. 

Cord is also hovering. As are Marik, Ratchet, and Edger. They all must be their own combination of worried and excited, and their tells for it get more obvious the closer Kiki’s due date comes. Marik is trying to learn to sew a baby blanket. He’s as awful a liar as any clone, so there was no use trying to talk around the pile of scrap fabrics building in his room. Edger started down the path of learning the egg-laying practices of certain Verocian beetles, and he’s been pressing Marik to add them (the beetles, not the eggs) to the blankets. Ratchet at least has the decency to be subtle--most of his questions have been confined to the search history on the datapad from Jax that he keeps borrowing without asking. Ridge will go out of his way to suggest any range of obviously ridiculous baby names and clothes.

Cord’s been doing heavy research on all three stages of labor, as well as the fourth trimester and the first year of development specifically for Human-Verocian babies. According to Kiki, he did this with her first pregnancy, too. 

Jax is the only one who hasn’t done an inordinate amount of preparation. Feeling wildly underprepared, he shuts the cupboard, opening another to pull down a bowl and a spoon. Jax spends as much time as he can reading to Pai and their unborn child; he’d read that a fetus starts hearing at eighteen weeks regardless, and that they can recognize voices even if they’ve never seen the owner. Jax wants his child to know him. 

He starts to think this might not be enough. What if something goes wrong? Cord would be prepared. Hell, Ridge might even be more prepared. Marik has something to offer the new baby, and even Edger has knowledge to impart once the child is old enough. Jax is just Jax. 

Kiki’s sharp eyes land on him, her eyes narrowed--she must have sensed his spiral and is about to try and correct it. Instead, a hand flies to her stomach, her face pinches, and she yelps.

Five minutes between contractions is the standard indicator for the beginning of birth, Jax, remembers. He had been counting--it’s been barely a minute. Kiki is going into labor.

Cord’s already disappeared to call the midwife. Marik and Ridge support Kiki by the elbows since she can’t currently move. Jax shuffles one of them out of the way, taking his partner’s firm hand in his and laying a hand on her lower back. 

This contraction is also the longest she’s had yet. Jax’s heart starts running a race in his chest. Eventually, Kiki’s able to stand up again, but she’s clearly still in pain. 

Pai, cereal forgotten in front of her, stares at her mother. “Baby?” she asks. 

Ridge takes her spoon and fills it with cereal, prompting her to open her mouth. “Yeah, your baby sibling is coming!” he says. 

Pai looks at Ridge and then at Kiki again. “Mama and Papa go to the store now?”

Kiki closes her eyes, tipping her head to the ceiling. The pain she’s feeling now isn’t physical. “What the fuck did he tell her…” she mutters. 

“Yeah, they’re gonna go to the baby store!” Ridge says. “To get the baby.”

Kiki’s eyes fly open. “Ridge--” They snap shut when another contraction hits and she doubles over.

“Maybe worry about that later,” Jax prompts, guiding Kiki out of the kitchen. He looks at the stairs they’ll have to climb, inwardly cursing to himself. If he’d been a more attentive partner, he’d have told her to stay upstairs. Kiki wanted to have the baby in their room.

The contraction ends; Kiki says she’s able to climb the stairs, and she does. It’s a little longer til the next one, and by the time that happens the midwife is there and setting up, sticking a monitor to Kiki’s belly, speaking to her in Verocian before she remembers to switch to basic for Jax. 

Swallowing the sour taste in his mouth, Jax tries his best to make Kiki as comfortable as possible. She’d said walking helped with the labor pain of her first birth, so he holds her hands while she takes small shuffling steps around their room. He explains to Pai that mama was gonna be in pain for a little while, but that soon she would be better and they’d have the new baby. As one hour turns into two and three, and as it gets more difficult for Kiki to move, he brings her water and food since she hadn’t been able to eat breakfast. 

Finally, her water breaks and she goes into active labor. 

Kiki kneels on a pile of special sheets on the bed, rocking back and forth with the pain. Her grip on Jax’s hand is painfully tight, but he won’t even dare consider letting go. The sun outside their window shifts from a deep gold to an orange hue, marking the start of evening. 

Sweat coats Kiki’s skin as she lets out another cry, hunching forward with her push. The midwife tells her encouraging things in Verocian, counting out the seconds. Jax has been swallowing his anxiety since the morning. 

Suddenly the midwife is prompting him away from Kiki’s side to go wash his hands. She’s placed Jax in her original position with gloves on his hands before he can think. Kiki’s crowning. 

(Jax, in his attempt to understand what Kiki would be going through, had read as much as he could about this stage of birth. Naturally, none of it compared to the real thing).

He can’t stop his anxiety from spiking now. For hours, he’d been in a state of denial, so focused on Kiki’s pain and wishing she’d felt better that he’d forgotten this was also meant to be a joyous moment. Seeing Kiki in pain was tearing him apart in a way he didn’t like, but seeing his child now, only halfway in the world, makes something sharp and giddy start to bubble up in him.

With shaking hands, Jax delivers his son.

His son’s cry is powerful--judging by the gasps and whoops from the hall outside the room, everyone in the house gathered to wait for this moment. Even though he’s pale and a little purple, Jax can already tell he’ll develop the same brown skin he has. His hair is thick and dark, his little arms and legs icking the air.

The midwife prompts Jax to cut the umbilical cord. Then she and Jax move Kiki into a better position in bed while an aide cleans up the baby. 

Kiki looks absolutely exhausted, but she’s smiling. “You’re a dad again,” she says, pulling him down for a kiss on the forehead.

The midwife hands him his son. It’s been about half an hour--he’s quiet, his eyes closed with his skinny little fist pressed against his cheek. He’s perfectly swaddled in a white blanket--not the one Marik made, although Jax will be sure to put it on him later. Jax touches his hair, his nose, which will look like his. His mouth, which will smile in the same way his brothers’ do. His dark hair, which is already curling in the warm air. 

Jax has a son.

Kiki lays a hand on his arm. “Are you okay?” she asks softly. 

Jax takes a shuddery breath, failing to fight the tears that roll down his face. After almost an entire lifetime thinking he deserved nothing, thinking that he would die during the war far from happiness, he has a child.

Two children. Jax has two children with the woman he loves. 

“Alright,” he breathes, holding his son tighter. He has to wipe the tears quickly before they can roll off his face onto the baby. “Thank you. I love you. I love you.” 

“I love you, too, Jax,” Kiki says, squeezing his arm. 

Ridge brings Pai in just then. Unable to contain her excitement, she scrambles across the bed to start touching her brother’s face. 

“Please tell me her hands are clean,” Kiki sighs. 

Jax just hopes she doesn’t still think they went to any store to get him. 

“New baby,” Pai breathes. She asks as many questions as she can manage as a two year old, like whether he cried when he was born and if they can eat cereal for breakfast tomorrow.

Jax guides his daughter into holding his new son. Pai starts touching his face again. Jax remembers witnessing Pai’s speedy development (the parts that he was able to see) but he never would have expected a newborn and a toddler to be so close in size. She needs both arms and Jax’s support to hold her brother. 

Pai starts asking about his name.

“His name is ‘Dewan’, baby,” Kiki says. She looks more alert now, at least. 

“Deh-baby!” Pai repeats.

Jax takes Dewan back. His eyes have opened, and he stares at Jax for a moment before his little face crumples and he begins to cry--nothing as powerful as when he was born, but he squirms like he’s trying to escape his blanket.

Jax rocks Dewan, cooing to him in soft tones. It’s pure instinct, and it's of a variety Jax has never experienced before. Instinct was  always paired with adrenaline, with survival. Not with getting his newborn son to stop crying.

And he does, instantly. Dewan stills, his eyes opening again, like he knows he’s safe. Like he recognizes Jax’s voice. 

This time, Jax doesn’t bother trying to stop his tears.

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[lilhawkeye3]

I don't know if they thought curly hair was too complicated to animate or something, but for some reason, ALL the clones in TCW have straight hair. It comes off as a simple stylistic choice with the standard crew cut, but then you have characters like Tup and Hunter. And since Trace Martez exists, we know they CAN texture curly hair now, and it doesn't look like it was all that complicated either. I guess in the case of Tup and Hunter we have to chalk it up to mutation in-universe.

Alright. Here’s an image of Trace and Rafa Martez.

I’m gonna say this kindly as a curly haired individual: I would not say Trace has textured curly hair in the show. She has a textured hairstyle meant to represent curls.

Rafa has some waves in her hair that do end in a little curl, and while in real life I would say she probably has one of the “B” classifications for curly hair and appears to have a stronger curl pattern than Temuera Morrison. That said, the animation is still fairly blocky and only represents her having curls.

This gif even shows it: Trace’s hair just... doesn’t move. It’s completely fixed. At least Rafa’s has a bit of sway and bounce at the bottom ringlet.

My honest opinion? The actual animation program itself is not designed to handle curls. What we see with both Martez ladies is that the CG part of their hair is very blocky, but the “texture” comes more from the hand-painted look.

This is something Filoni pushed from the start: CG animation was the new thing in 2005 and George Lucas wanted to use it for the show, but Filoni was a hand-drawing artist. He worked on Avatar the Last Airbender, for example. The way he could keep that feel with Clone Wars was to paint each “panel.” Thus, you had a merging of the two. Here’s a segment of a direct quote from Filoni, taken from this article.

“I wanted it to look like a painting— you see a textured, hand painted style on every character. I have texture artists who literally paint every character right down to their eyeball, because I wanted that human touch on everything.” -Dave Filoni

I actually looked into what program they used (at least for the earlier seasons). In 2008, it was produced by a company called Autodesk, and here is the announcement of them using the software. In the announcement, it mentions that one of Autodesk’s first (and main) developments is AutoCAD, and that their programs are meant to simulate real-world developments. Yeah... AutoCAD is an engineering/architechtural program. It’s very formulated and rigid because so are the materials it needs to simulate.

Here’s an example of a plant designed using a more recent version of AutoCAD (from the Autodesk website). Even with basic colors, it’s clear to see how its older versions would be best for a show full of armored troopers, ships, destroyers, walkers... pretty much every part of Star Wars except for the people, tbh.

The program, and thus any later ones developed off of it, was not equipped to program curly hair. It’s not in their coding.

The other problem is Lucasfilm was outsourcing the animating for most scenes to a team in Asia (as per the linked announcement). That’s not cheap. When you introduce a character like Tup, who is a smaller supporting character, it’s far easier to just use the already developed clone CG model and have his hair tied back so it lays flat. It’s logistically not worth figuring out curls for him.

Hell, look even at Anakin or Obi-Wan’s hair in the first seasons (just search gifs on tumblr tbh). It moves together in chunks, if at all. The last season does have more improvement, but by then 1) it’s ten years later, so animation programs have evolved significantly, and 2) they’re at Disney.

I may hate on Disney for a lot of things, but Disney and Pixar have pioneered so much for digital animation, including hair actually (i.e. Tangled & The Incredibles). And... it’s Disney. They’ve got some of the best technology out there, even if it’s just for a TV show. 

But, back to the clones. Take a look at any of the Sideshow collectible figures available for the clone troopers from the show. Even the short haired troopers have wavy definition to their hair, and for Tup it’s pretty clear he has a curl texture, just that it’s been tightly combed back into a bun.

To help, here’s a trio of images: the left is Temuera Morrison around when he was in Star Wars. The top right is the Showtime collectible of ARC Trooper Fives. The bottom right is Fives in the show. It’s clear they attempted Temuera’s curl texture on the figurine. If you look closely at Fives’ hair from the show still, it still attempts to show that but flat painted on the CG hair panel.

And here’s the clearest image I could find of Tup’s hair. Again, they tried to show his texture with the flat hand-painting.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ They tried. Kind of. It just doesn’t translate well.

So, to sum it all up: the clones don’t have pin-straight hair. The animation makes it look that way because it is limited in its coding. But for the more realistic versions of the troopers, they’re shown to have some hair texture.

I don’t think they were being purposefully ignorant or racist by keeping the clones’ hair straighter. The style of animation chosen really was just not equipped to handle any type of curly hair pattern.

[For those of you wondering why they chose it though, one of the main reasons for the style was because they wanted motion capture for battle scenes. And y’know... after seeing the Ahsoka vs Maul fight in the final season... yeah, valid decision on that end.]

That said, something that was within the animation team’s control that we should be angry about is how they lightened/whitewashed the clones and Boba Fett in the series.

But that’s some tea for another time... ☕️🦅

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[andrea-lyn]

The Recs (Less Travelled)

I’m excited to bring you the first installment of my ‘roads less travelled’ recs! I will be doing another round of this, probably once the Ted Lasso fic tag hits about 25 pages, and then I’ll also grab a couple more fandoms to collect in there! 

The Rules:

Each fandom/pairing was sorted on Archive of Our Own by completed works. Anything recced here was not in the first ten pages when sorted by kudos at the time of reccing. There may be some more well-known authors on this list, but the specific fics I’ve picked are ones that didn’t crack that top ten or just didn’t get much traction and I think deserve it, so hopefully I have also balanced it out with other under the radar (and still great!) works. As ever, I have a pinned post of my other recs (none have been duplicated from there), so you can also check those out! Under the cut you’ll find 10 recs in each fandom for:

Raven Cycle

Roswell New Mexico

The Old Guard

Inception

Star Trek (mainly Kirk/McCoy)

The Raven Cycle

savor all the little pieces by littlelionvanz

“Since when do you garden?”

Ronan snorted, “Since I grew up on a fucking farm, genius. Jesus who gave you permission to pursue higher education.”

the old grip of the familiar by littleseal

"There is a single black feather and a printed out picture of Gansey, Blue and Cheng standing in front of some fucking monument Ronan didn’t care enough to remember the name of. Gansey sent it to Ronan’s phone some time ago, but it sat in his messages until Adam picked it up and grinned at it so hard that, one afternoon later, Ronan cursed and kicked and glared his old printer back to life in order to print it out.

Fuck, he thinks, I’m in love with a hoarder."

Adam collects things. Ronan is in love with him.

No Sweeter Innocence Than Our Gentle Sin by gansey_is_our_king

Ronan Lynch has wanted to kiss Adam Parrish for a long time.

(alternately titled: four times that Ronan could have kissed Adam)

Cheers to Another Seven Years! by skyermirth

Adam left Henrietta for Harvard and never returned. Now, seven years has passed, and an unexpected work assignment has brought him back to a place and people he hardly recognizes.

Row, row, row your boat by emmerrr

“What. Why are you smiling at me,” he says suspiciously.

Adam shrugs. “You’re cute.”

“I’m not cute, I’m terrifying.”

“Terrifyingly cute,” Adam says.

and now the world is ours to take / and every single move is ours to make by thatlittleblackcat

"Adam was the scientist, Ronan was the data, and Orphan Girl was the key that explained the strange outliers that Ronan presented, his previously unexplainable actions."

//

Adam sorts out his feelings, Ronan helps him, Gansey is the number one dad friend, Blue is the number one mom friend and Henry tries to make Ronan smile. Otherwise known as the story of how Orphan Girl became Opal.

All These Things You Make Me Feel by SilverOpals394

It was late. Adam could feel the long day catching up to him as he left Boyd’s, all his energy exhausted. When he started his car, the tape deck whirred to life once more. He sighed and raised his hand to turn it off, but before he did a soft melody began to play.

AU in which the mixtape Ronan made for Adam only plays the murder squash song until Adam realizes he's in love with Ronan, too.

Ways to Communicate by Jalules

Blue Sargent reflects on an early memory (and gets busy with her boyfriends.)

(The two things are related, trust me.)

Hold Me Closer, I'm Safe in Your Arms by actuallyronanlynch

“You wanna tell me why I had to hear from Henry Cheng that my boyfriend was at the hospital?” Adam hissed, though his voice wasn’t as acidic as it could’ve been. Ronan took small victories where he could.

“You don’t have a cellphone,” Ronan pointed out flatly. “It’s not like I could’ve gotten a hold of you.”

arts and crafts and the inevitability of death by sunshineinthestorm

Adam comes to the public library in search of a study spot, not a boyfriend. 

But it must be his lucky day—because he ends up with a bit of both.

 Roswell New Mexico

a conversation between insignificant others by Bellakitse

“Hey…have you noticed that our boyfriends are madly in love with each other?"

“You noticed that too, huh,” she answers dryly, letting out a huff of reluctant amusement.

***

Forrest and Maria share a drink and a conversation and start a friendship.

Own Personal Hell by BeStillMySlashyHeart

Now that Isobel's getting the hang of her telekinesis, Michael decides to test out his telepathic abilities. It backfires. Badly. Now Michael's trapped inside his own mind and only one person can break him out.

Drop the Hammer by brightloveee

Max makes a new friend at the shooting range, who turns out to be even more bad-ass than he expected.

(Takes place mid-S1)

Boys Like You by forgadgetsandgizmos

Curly, dirty blond hair (the mere description ‘curly’ felt like an injustice) twisted in every direction off his head, a sharp contrast with the scruff darkening his strong jawline and scowl-ridden face.

Alex made a mental note to compliment Maria on her excellent taste in men.

—

Or, Alex has coffee with Maria's one-night stand, a man who he definitely does not have a crush on.

let's exchange the experience by lostin_space

Michael decides they need to quarantine.

OR

Michael floods Alex with love and care over and over and over.

This Is Hardcore by Anonymous

Michael makes a proposal. Alex accepts. Michael wonders what the hell he’s gotten himself into.

i don't know what to think (but i think of supernovas) by Milzilla

michael discovers that the console can talk. then, he discovers it can do far more than that.

iridescence on skin by Lire_Casander

In a world where (almost) everyone has a tattoo on their right wrist with one set of coordinates that point to the place where their soulmate is born, Alex thought he wouldn't be any different. He couldn't be more mistaken.

He has two.

The Real Thing by elliebird

Max checks on Michael the morning after Michael saves Max’s ass from Wyatt Long and his dumbass buddies. He sees more than he’s supposed to.

Written for a Tumblr anon who one of their friends walking in on them or anyone of them finding out about Michael and Alex in an interesting way 

Sundering by romancandles 

“You know it was just an Air Force balloon, right?” says Alex.

Michael smirks. “That’s what they want you to think,” he says, with a wink.

The Old Guard

Peer Reviewed by ishandahalf

[From:] Journal of Medieval Studies ([email protected])

[Subject:] Ad-hoc note from the editor

I have noticed an uncommon level of animosity in your responses to your reviewers (or rather, one reviewer in particular). I am writing to ask if you would please do your best to keep your interactions civil. In fairness, I have also sent a similar request to the reviewer you seem to have this friction with. I trust you will both try and remain more professional in the future.

Again, thank you for submitting your work to this journal.

Sincerely,

James Copley, PhD

Editor-in-Chief

Journal of Medieval Studies

An (accidental) academic epistolary romance as (inadvertently) documented via a (theoretically) rigorously blinded peer review process.[citation needed]

third for a word and the song keeps going Macremae

It was honestly shaping up to be a pretty uneventful year before the Vatican got on Nicky’s bad side.

Or: three times in 2008 that the team genuinely thought about killing Nicky if only to get him to shut up about the changes to the Catholic English Mass and his unrelenting opinions on them, and one time Nile did.

Apex Predators In Island Ecosystems (Freeman et al., in press) by Sixthlight

Palaeobotany PhD student Nile Freeman and her supervisor Joe al-Kaysani are invited to billionaire Stephen Merrick’s new project – a theme park full of cloned dinosaurs. What could possibly go wrong?

This Rough Magic by Marivan

When Joe came to Scotland to study the sea, he did not expect to also encounter a beautiful man claiming that A. he’s a selkie and B. they’re married because Joe picked up his scarf.

It sounds like a fairy tale and that’s a problem. Because Joe’s a scientist. And selkies don’t exist.

Wars for the broken by Yuliares

Five years into his exile, Booker is joined by a companion he never expected to meet. Together, they try to work on healing.

Sometimes they go down to the sewers just so she can scream and scream. “I like to hear it echo,” she explains. “Underwater, you can’t hear anything. Here, at least I can be heard.”

“I don’t feel like a warrior anymore,” she tells him, throwing bread crumbs at pigeons. “I feel broken.”

“You’re still a warrior,” he says roughly. “This is still fighting.”

a good (eighth) impression by deanniker

Over the next few months, Joe runs into Nicky every so often at the farmer’s market. Some weekends Nicky doesn’t make it, because of his work schedule - Joe doesn’t understand it because he doesn’t ask, though he does start to recognize when one of those missing weekends is coming up because Nicky will stock up on things with longer shelf-life. When they do run into each other, they make small talk and move through the stalls together.

Joe doesn’t mention it to Lykon when he stops by, because it is kind of weird, that Lykon’s ex-boyfriend texts Joe things like - If you’re here, the apples look particularly good this week and thank you for that recipe, I did not know what I was going to do with that much couscous

Or,

Joe wouldn't usually consider starting anything with his best friend's ex, but as long as they keep it casual, it shouldn't be weird... right?

get back to where you once belonged by tenderjock

Nile takes a sip of her cappuccino and closes her eyes.

(Booker and Nile get that coffee. Life happens, along the way.)

a house; a home by mehm

“Is this a kidnapping?” Joe asks as Nicky checks both their seat belts. “Like, I don’t mind. It’s just not quite what I expected for my birthday.”

In which Joe gets a birthday surprise, because that’s the stuff you have time for when you and the love of your life become mortal at the same time.

the ties that bind by damaskrose

“There’s a story I heard many times,” Andy begins, “in the Mediterranean. Threads of fate and three sisters. One to spin, one to measure, and one to cut.”

Clutter And Croutons by flawedamythyst

Joe and Nicky have an argument, and then Nicky talks to Nile about what it really means to be in a relationship for 900 years.

Inception

My Big Fat Slightly Annoying Wedding by jibrailis

Arthur and Eames elope for ~tax reasons. Certain people in their lives are not happy at the lack of a wedding.

Remember Sydney by pathera

When Eames shambles into the safe house outside of London, he finds a red light blinking on the phone.

For the inception_kink prompt:

Arthur is on a plane which is about to crash. No way anyone is going to survive. Instead of panicking he calmly calls the team's office and gets the answering machine. He hangs up before the plane crashes.

Give me Arthur's last message to the team.

 (TW: Character Death / Angst)

Of Such Deceitfulness and Suavity by delires

In which emotions manifest themselves in unusual ways.

YO, K2tog (it's like a code) by lazulisong

“Oh my God,” moans Arthur. “I’ve paid less for Somnacin. Good Somnacin.” A horrible thought strikes him. “How much is the yarn --”

“I want you to have an unguarded reaction,” Eames tells him, and pulls him up from the floor.

(They run an extraction on a knitter.)

hit the ground running by orphan_account

"I travelled halfway around the world for you. I dealt with the French for you."

Valley by wldnst

It's an old story: a knight, a prince, a kingdom in peril.

If This Is Rain Let It Fall On Me and Drown Me by Brangwen

We used to be so brave, Eames thought. Of the two of them, Arthur had always been the more fearless.

a gentle familiarity by jollypuppet

Two weeks later, Eames is on his doorstep with bad Italian takeout and a grin, and Arthur tells him he can sleep on the couch.

Your Crisis Cannot Be Completed As Dialed by sevenimpossiblethings

Arthur doesn't do snow, Ariadne is determined to be as Midwestern as possible, and blizzards make cell phone service unreliable.

Let’s Say I Do (I Do) by xsilverdreamsx

There were, perhaps some things worse that this, Arthur thinks, as he glares at the letter in his hand with his name printed clearly in bold ink, indicating his presence in two weeks for his esteemed marriage to one William H. Eames, III, at St. Catherine's Church in London, England.

Star Trek (predominantly Kirk/McCoy)

Show the World That Something Good Can Work by knune

Leonard McCoy is a doctor, not a personal assistant, and maybe that's why he can't stand working for Jim Kirk.

It's in the little things by winterover

Bones is bemused by a persistent secret admirer.

"Wedding" Away with It by pendrogon

One morning, Bones wakes up and he's single. By the same afternoon, he's married to Jim Kirk for Arbitrary Fic Reasons(TM).

How Long Will You Stay (For Your Whole Life) by withthepilot

Jim Kirk, deputy director of the Enterprise parks and recreation department, sees all of his hard work fall to pieces when budget specialist Leonard McCoy arrives from the state capital to cut Jim's budget and threaten the livelihoods of his colleagues. But thanks to a major parks project, Leonard finds a place in the department, as well as in Jim's life—and when all is said and done, Jim doesn't want him to leave.

All-Time Favorite by mardia

What to do when your best friend suddenly starts making new friends. 

Joy Ride by Cards_Slash

While running for their lives from an alien species Kirk had accidentally enraged, they come across a car. And well, if you were to come across a car while being chased by aliens that wanted you dead, and you possessed some lingering knowledge of how to drive a car similar to said car, you would have decided to drive it toward the nearest cliff too.

Also a gunfight.

Syncytia by epistolic

He’d signed up for Starfleet on an impulse, but Starfleet meant James Tiberius Kirk: the first – and second, and third, and fourth – big mistake of Leonard McCoy’s life.

Renovation by canistakahari

Jim has a whammy put on him by an alien death ray and he suddenly craves domesticity. He's crazy with longing to shop at space!Ikea and get potted bamboo and he starts looking into adopting AND HE HATES HIMSELF AND CANNOT CONTROL THE SHIT. Luckily, McCoy is drunk all the time and plays house.

17:08 by butterflycell

She'd watched the news holos with a sick feeling, searching for information that was completely obvious in its absence. Amidst the reports of the the Enterprise's miraculous recovery and the damages sustained, there had been next to nothing about the crew or her captain. Jim had been mentioned only in passing, his name shied away from as his first officer limited interaction to the bare essentials.

The Honey of Hybla by shrift

"Bones, prepare to be my date."

#recs #fic recs #recs project #star trek recs #inception recs #the raven cycle recs #the old guard recs #roswell new mexico recs

[clonecest-bin-account]

(Jedi anon!) Can I request something with off-duty Rex and Cody hanging out with their Jedi (can be all three or any combination as long as Anakin is there), other clones optional, and just being casually affectionate with each other --nothing obnoxious, just normal levels of couple PDA in front of friends-- without trying to hide anything. I don't even care what the plot is. Write whatever story you want! 😊 I just want happy established relationship with supportive Jedi. "supportive" can 100% include friendly teasing though, if that's the route you want to take

Because "clonecest is taboo in universe so they have to hide" has its place and is part of some of my favorites! But I crave content with Jedi who are fully aware and entirely supportive of the clones' love lives. And while there's a fair amount of it with Obi-Wan (but there can always be more 👀), there's not enough with Anakin 💙

(Oh hell yeah. More Jedi & Clones interactions!)

You know? Rex is glad that his Jedi is a sociable one. Even though they’re perfectly able to be professionals when they need to, he can also consider him a dear friend, and he knows that, for Anakin, it’s the same.

Still, it’s weird to be invited to his house - well, not technically his, but senator Amindala’s, or Padme, like she wants him to call her when they’re off duty - and with Cody of all people. Well, given that it’s more of a family gathering - General Kenobi and Ahsoka will come too - he figures that it’s not that weird after all. It’s just that he’s not used to this.

“You’re nervous,” Cody can’t help but to observe, as the two walk to Padmé’s apartment. He isn’t entirely comfortable as well, but that’s mostly because of the fact that they’re wearing civvies, which isn’t something neither of them is accustomed to.

“You think?” Rex replies, more vehemently than he should’ve, and thus he apologizes. “Sorry…”

He feels Cody squeeze his hand. “Everything will be fine. You’re worrying for nothing,” he reassures him. Rex supposes he’s lucky not to feel as nervous as he does; it’s just that this isn’t something they were supposed to do in their life. Will they be able to adapt?

Oh well, there’s no point in wondering about that now. They’ve almost arrived, after all.

Their welcome has been warm as Padmé herself has come to greet them, showing them around her home. Holy shit, so much space; you could fit so many barracks in there.

When they get to the main hall, they find that everyone else has already arrived.

“Hey there,” Rex timidly greets them.

“You’re here, finally!” Anakin exclaims, walking towards Rex and Cody and putting his hands on their shoulders, squeezing. “We were beginning to think you got lost,” he teases them, but thankfully Ahsoka comes to the saving.

“Only you were thinking that, master!” she says in fact, to which they all chuckle.

“Come on, the race’s about to start!” Anakin ushers them, gesturing to the couch with obvious intent.

Rex and Cody look at each other. Cody shrugs and smiles, Rex nods. They walk to the couch.

“Oh come on! No!” Anakin exclaims as the pod race continues to unfold. Rex can’t help but to snicker at the way he’s getting into it, though he has to admit that he’s kind of doing the same, but only because he wants the Coruscant team to win. Why? Because Anakin’s rooting for the Naboo team, and those two are bitter rivals. Yes, he just wants Anakin to get mad, what about it? One must have fun in one way or another.

He gets distracted from the race when Cody, who has found place on the ground since the couch is too small for all of them, yawns and rests his head against Rex’s leg. “I have no idea how you can find this entertaining,” he says, provoking an offended squeak from Anakin that makes everyone chuckle.

“You’re spending too much time with Obi-Wan,” he says. “It’s twisting your sense of taste.”

“Or maybe he’s just a smart man,” Obi-Wan retorts, exchanging a glance of understanding with Cody.

“Ugh, just go have some tea or whatever you do to have fun,” Anakin grumbles, obviously offended.

Obi-Wan and Cody share another gaze, and Cody tries to get up. “You know, we just might do that…” If only Rex hadn’t grabbed him by the shoulders and kept him down. “… Or maybe not,” Cody concedes then, turning towards Rex. “What, can’t handle two minutes alone?”

At that point, Rex takes Cody’s head in his hands and leans down to kiss his lips, that way he can shut up. The gesture’s welcomed by some chuckles, but also a groan from Ashoka. “Ugh, you’re so gross!” she exclaims, though she soon finds herself laughing as well.

When Rex and Cody pull apart, Rex sends her a smirk. “You’re just jealous,” he teases her, to which she replies by sticking her tongue out.

After that brief intermission, they go back to watching the race.

It still feels weird for Rex to be in such a casual situation with the people who are supposed to be his superior officers, but it also feels… good, unexpected but definitely good.

To be able to find himself a family, this definitely wasn’t something he thought he’d do back when he was on Kamino, and the fact that he gets to experience this side by side with Cody makes everything better.

He looks down at Cody, carding his fingers through his short curly hair, smiling at the way he nuzzles against his touch.

Yes, it certainly makes it better.

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[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

anyway I need to go to bed but I have too much energy so I am channeling it into headcanons. here u go species headcanons for Everyone on the Dream smp with explanations because I’ve put a TON of thought into this. They’re probably like half contradicted by canon but fuck it My City Now.

Dream- A (juvenile) stage of being a god. He, DreamXD, and Drista have become known as “dreamons” but that’s technically a separate species, all spawned from them. He's not really focused on being worshipped in his own right, preferring power in the mortal realm, though he’s not averse to pretending to be his brother (the god worshipped by Church Prime) or his sister (a minor goddess of death worshipped by many hidden cults) if it can help him get power. He’s got pure white skin everywhere except his face (which is pale but human-like), black blood, entirely green eyes, pointed ears, fangs, claws, and digitigrade legs ending in hoof-like claws.

George- A human, the only human on the whole server. Humans are pretty rare, vastly outnumbered by hybrids but outnumbering any other species, and “pure” humans (what we'd consider to be a completely normal appearing human) are all but nonexistent. For example, George has eyes with dark sclera and white irises.

Sapnap- A blaze hybrid. He’s got a few rods surrounding him and his eyes blaze with fire. It’s usually just warm but not hot enough to hurt but if he's agitated or upset it can easily burn hot enough to set things ablaze.

Callahan- A reindeer hybrid. He’s got antlers, reindeer ears, fur around his arms, and hooves.

Awesamdude- A creeper hybrid. He's tauric, with four insect like legs. His skin and is green and mottled and has a texture similar to leaves. His eyes are pitch black. He has a tendency to make hissing sounds when stressed, though he can’t explode like a full blooded creeper.

Alyssa- A mouse hybrid, with large mouse ears and a long tail. This definitely isn’t an in joke for the thousands of hours I spent browsing TVTropes as a child and the “what happened to the mouse” tROPE SHUT UP.

Ponk- A demon hybrid, with pointed ears, slit pupils, a small spaded tail, and small horns.

BadBoyHalo- A full blooded demon, with pointed ears, a tall stature, pitch black skin and hair, fangs, claws, hooves, a long spaded tail, long horns, and small bat like wings. He’s rather self conscious about how intimidating he looks. He's also a lich (with Skeppy as his phylactery) which is why he has pure white eyes (a trait the undead share).

TommyInnit- An absolute mess, genetic wise, since I’m taking Tommy's joke about being born in a lab and running with it. He's mostly angel, and was basically cloned from Phil's DNA (from a feather that fell off his wings that somehow someone got a hold of) but had a bunch of other hybrid and human DNA mixed in to make him somewhat stable enough to actually survive gestation. He has very small, dark wings that are useful for balance and little else, fangs, claws, and pointed ears. His bones are very light, making him fragile but a lot more dexterous. His blood is slightly off a human's, being slightly pinkish. His freckles, wings, blood, and eyes glow slightly and are patterned like the night sky. Technically undead as of his resurrection, and maintains the many injuries of his death permanently (bruises stay and don’t heal but don’t worsen, broken limbs can be moved at unnatural angles, ect.), pale, corpse like skin, and one of his eyes turned pure white.

Tubbo- A ram hybrid, with small curved ram horns, horizontal pupils, ram ears, a tail, and hooves. Nice and simple after the absolute mess that was Tommy.

Fundy- A limited shapeshifter, able to change his species, though he prefers to be in a fox-like form. He inherited this from Sally, who had similar abilities, though with more strength. He's always got certain features he inherited from each parent that he can’t change though- wings, pale skin, and ice-like freckles from Wilbur, and salmon scales coating his wings and cheeks, and ginger-and-white hair from Sally.

Punz- A dragon hybrid, with dark horns, dark sclera and slit pupils, wings just large enough for limited flight, a strong tail, fangs, claws, and blue scales coating his cheeks, wings, tail, arms, and legs. Has a natural inclination to sleep in a pile of his wealth he only holds off on when he feels it’s at risk of being stolen (which, since this is the Dream SMP, is almost constantly).

Purpled- An enderman hybrid, with small horns, pointed ears, purple blood, and ender particles surrounding him. Parts of his arms and legs are covered in leathery, pure black skin.

Wilbur- Half angel, half fucking refrigerator because cc!Wilbur hates us (affectionate). His skin is unnaturally, icy pale, and his blood is an icy blue. His freckles are the colour of ice reflecting. He's got wings from his father, large enough to glide, but they’re pale coloured and slightly transparent. He has fangs claws, and pointy ears. His blood, wings, and eyes glow slightly and are patterned like the night sky. As Ghostbur, he’s got the injuries of his death apparent at all times, though they don’t hinder him or cause him pain, corpse like skin, pure white eyes, and is permanently transparent.

JSchlatt- A ram hybrid. He’s got large ram horns, dark sclera and horizontal pupils, a ram tail, fur around his arms, and hooves.

Skeppy- A construct made to be Bad's phylactery. He's fully made of diamond, and appears as a moving human statue (though entirely made out of diamond), though he has limited shape shifting ability to change his “hair” and “clothes”, though he has to remain the same mass. He has some small red detailing on him out of redstone (which was used partially in his contruction). The egg flipped the red and teal in his colour scheme. Also he's smalllllllllllll.

Eret- Part ghost, due to being descended from Herobrine. She has pure white eyes, pointy ears, and under stress he becomes partially transparent. They tend to hide their nonhuman features (ears under hair or hats and eyes under sunglassses) and are often mistaken for human.

Jack Manifold- Started as a wolf hybrid, with large wolf ears and a tail. After dying, he came back from hell as a hellhound with red and blue “flames” coming from his eyes, ears, and replacing his missing tail he lost in one of his deaths with two made of this fire. The fire is chillingly cold to the touch, and not warm. His eyes are also monocolour, though in heterochromatic red and blue instead of the usual pure white found in undead.

Niki- A moth hybrid, with antennae, monocolour amber eyes, fluffy wings, and more fluff around her neck, wrists, and torso. These and her hair are patterned gold and black, though as of now she’s dyed them all pink. Idk I just feel like moths fit her for some reason.

Quackity- A duck hybrid, with golden wings and webbed hands and feet. He’s also a shapeshifter of sorts, however instead of shifting into different forms he shifts into different beings, from alternate realities that never came to be. These can be used to shift into near identical copies of those around him, to impersonate them, or to shift into alternate versions of people (like Mexican Dream to Dream). These aren’t Quackity, though, and as such they have their own pool of canon lives, and while he has lots of influence over them they can still act autonomously.

Karl Jacobs- An inter dimensional being made of time itself. While his current form is mostly human, he has technicolour rainbow blood, freckles, and patches on his skin, along with clock-shaped pupils that change with the time. His “natural” form is a vaguely humanoid mess of ever shifting colour.

HBomb- I didn’t know what to do with him at first- he was a cow hybrid in my pfp set- but I just think the idea of him being a chill cat hybrid who turns full nyaa whenever he’s in a maid dress to be funny so he’s a cat hybrid now. With dyed-white cat ears and a dyed-white cat tail.

Technoblade- A piglin hybrid primarily, but he’s definitely got some weird traces of other species. He’s got tusks, pink hair, pink pig ears, a pig tail, and hooves, but he’s also got paws from some other animal hybridisation in his blood, and has a tallness that suggests demon blood somewhere down the line. His red eyes aren’t natural, and only occurred after he was sacrificed to be the vessel of the Blood God.

Antfrost- A cat hybrid, with blond and brown fur, a cat tail, paws both on his hands and feet, and cat ears. He’s also got split pupils and blue sclerae (though a different shade to his irises).

Philza- An angel- the creation of a god or goddess to help serve them (Dreamon's would be an example of the angels the Dream's can create, though they’re primarily running wild nowadays.) The creation and servant of one of the gods of death, Kristen, to serve her in the mortal realm. He’s got very large feathered dark wings, pupilless unnaturally bright eyes, pointy ears, fangs, claws, and dark blood the colour of the night sky. His wings, eyes, freckles and blood glow brightly and are patterned like the night sky. Injuries reveal that he's fully inhuman under his skin, appearing to be a void of colour that also glows and is patterned like the night sky. His crows, who are messengers from the afterlife, have this same pattern on their feathers.

Conner- I don’t know much about him tbh but. He’s just a hedgehog hybrid. I mean he’s joked enough about canonically being the kid of Sonic and Elise. He’s got blue hedgehog ears and a tail, and blue spines mixed in with his dark hair.

Captain Puffy- A sheep hybrid, with small curled sheep horns, sheep ears, a fluffy sheep tail, hooves, and hair curly and soft like wool. The split in her hair between brown and white is natural, though she keeps a small section dyed rainbow.

Vikkstar- Another angel, though of a god long gone. His entire body, even his “clothes” (which are made of flesh) glow intensely bright and have the pattern of the night sky.

LazarBeam- A gingerbread hybrid, which I’d say is dumb but we’ve already had a refrigerator hybrid so. I don’t know what else to say here.

Ranboo- Half enderman, half god of some sort. Has small horns, pointy ears, an inhumanly wide mouth with fangs, claws, digitigrade feet ending in hoof-like claws, pure black and white skin, pure black and white hair and freckles on the opposite side of the skin, red and green heterochromatic eyes barely distinguishable from their sclera, and red and green blood. Hmm, I wonder what other character shares similar descriptions... :)

FoolishG- A more matured god than Dream. Appears to be made entirely out of gold, with his hair and freckles appearing like copper. His pure green eyes have a similar texture to emeralds. Also he’s like. Massive. He’s like eleven Skeppy's.

Hannah- A nymph of the forests. Has prehensile vines and flowers flowing in her hair all the way to the ground, and half of her face and one of her arms are entirely made of these prehensile vines and flowers. Makes flowers grow in her step, after being corrupted by the egg they wither around her instead.

Charlie- Slime hybrid. Honestly just kind of got the most impractical parts of being a hybrid, having random sections of skin changed into green slime which drips everywhere and kind of gets in the way. It doesn’t seem to bother him though.

#my headcanons #making that a tab cause this was fun to write #dream smp #dsmp #dream smp headcanons #dsmp headcanons #dsmp species #dream smp species #the whole dsmp cast #literally all of them #excluding npcs #but including Mexican dream and Drista technically! #under a read more because LONG #i wasn’t joking when I said I did everyone