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#sw: the clone wars
literallyjustanerd · 1 year
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the 501st and 212th are fundraising for a new caf machine
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denndrawings · 1 year
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Dad Master Plo Koon and lil ‘Soka
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cerulianvermillion · 10 months
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Au where mace windu and anakin skywalker accidentally bond over mutual dislike for this one specific holodrama that everyone seems to love and it saved the galaxy
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karlcagathon · 1 year
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Kind words from a man who accuses me of treachery...
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carriewhiteislove · 1 year
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i want complex rex
i want rex who has to reckon with fox after fives’ death, who understands more than anyone else what following orders to kill your own brother feels like (because umbara lives in him and wont leave, like a virus, it’s part of him), who hates him and doesn’t hate him at the same time
i want rex coming to terms with what has happened to him, from being the direct subordinate to a newly-reborn fascist dictator to having been raised to be a soldier to trying to kill his best friend/little sister to the horrors of war
just. rex being a little fucked up. he deserves it. let him be a little emotionally fucked
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sinfulsalutations · 3 months
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𝕤𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕤 ⋆*・゚ 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕔 𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕖
➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ @dickarchivist'ꜱ ᴄʟᴏɴᴇ ᴏᴄ ʙᴀɴꜱʜᴇᴇ x ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
➼ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ☆ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴀɴꜱʜᴇᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʟᴀʀɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ.
➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ᴛᴏᴏᴛʜ ʀᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴅᴏʀᴋꜱ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, (ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟ) ᴘɪɴɪɴɢ, ʙʀɪᴇꜰ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴘɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ
➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 1.2ᴋ
➼ ᴘᴏᴠ ☆ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ
⋆ ★ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ @anxiouspineapple99, ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙᴇʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴏʟɪᴅᴀʏꜱ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ <3 ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴄʜɪᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ʙᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ ʙᴏʏꜱ!
⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*・゚ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ
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Becoming friends with the Grave squad is one of the easiest things you’ve ever let yourself do.
Grim reminders of the war you’re fighting make any capacity for just letting things happen practically impossible; you’re always alert, always keen, always firm with decisions and tactics because there’s no space for shrugs and ‘let’s see how it goes’ when everything you know is on the brink of destruction.
So when you join the 404th and meet a group of pleasantly dispositioned clones with some of the coolest helmets you’ve ever seen, letting yourself go with the tides becomes so appealing.
They actively enjoy your company, wave you over when they spot you in a crowd, and flash you handsome smiles as you join in on any conversation they’d been having previously. Each of them has their own story to tell and you find little things to adore about each.
Yet one takes up your headspace more than the rest.
Banshee holds a presence stronger than you initially thought. The quiet, more serenely observing member of their squad never demanded your attention, whether just through implications or bluntly placing himself in front of you (like certain brothers of his), yet your eyes always drifted his way. There’s something to him you can’t place, something that makes his appeal stronger and pulls you into his orbit more.
So you ask questions. Verbally, when you’re grabbing food and ask him if rations are the best thing he’s ever tasted, to which he promptly places his plate down and tells you, it’s better than Specter’s cooking, at least, before scooping a pile of rice and going to his table, leaving you biting the inside of your cheek with the smallest little smile. Nonverbally, when you see him swaying slightly in the carrier. Tired? You mouth, to which he nods and rubs his forehead with a soft grimace, the preceding sigh and gentle parting of his lips too delicate for the world he’s subjected to.
It’s rare for the thought of his face and eyes and pretty smile to leave your brain. It’s always there, whether in the forefront or not, demanding a place burrowed deep into your psyche because it’s just so important.
Not that you’d complain or nag your mind to stop. Being relaxed and smitten is a privilege in wartime.
Especially when you do make a mistake and do falter slightly when you trip on your feet beside Ban and his fast reflexes save the day.
You yelp twice in a row; once when you feel your balance slipping, and once again when you feel strong, sturdy arms wrap around your waist and turn you to face the holder of them. Banshee’s eyes are far too pretty, and you hesitate to say anything when he catches you and stares down at your silly mess, promptly holding your waist and placing you back on your feet without a second thought.
Be careful, he signs, and you stammer, choking up a response you had not thought out fully even as you begin to speak.
“I–I’m trying!” You retort, voice weak. But Banshee still grins and nods modestly before both of you turn and continue walking. You proceed to bedim your face to hide your wide eyes and aggressively unyielding blush.
When you fight beside his brothers, you get to hear his voice. Phantom quips something witty about clankers and you grin, Ghost following suit with a reminder to keep your eyes on the prize, and then you hear the cry tear through the air.
“GET DOWN!”
Something bursts. Your legs crumble above the rubble and your knees are barely saved from scraping when you drop down. Fire ripples above you as if something mystical had let out a breath of scalding kindle, and your eyes widen in shock. 
When it’s finally gone, and the view of dancing and orange blues is replaced with gray smoke, you take a deep intake of breath. Still pressed between his brothers on the ground, Banshee leaves his place behind the three of you and leans down, eyes scanning to your left to check on Phantom, then right to check on Ghost, then to you.
Alright? He signs, eyes not leaving yours.
With a fragile nod, his lips form a tight line as a way to respond and he pulls you up. Why he chose to grab you first, you’re unsure. The mere thought doesn’t occur to you hours after the fact in the solace of the barracks.
“RAI! THE PACKAGE! KEEP IT SECURE!” Banshee shouts again, and all of you follow suit in your urgency, darting to the next blockade.
His voice is what occupies your thoughts for the next few days. It moves along the same orbit as the rest of your curiosities and thoughts about him, posing more questions and fascinations; what does he sound like when soft-spoken? Would he ever speak for you? Mutter, even? You’d hear anything he’d be willing to say. If he wants you to hear.
Your avid, curious eyes get the best of you once again when he catches you gazing at the heart tattooed on his temple.
“I–I like it,” You stammer immediately, trying to seem less creepy.
Banshee presses his fingers right under his bottom lip to sign thank you.
“Why’d you get it?” You ask, then proceed to internally damn your dorkiness. He blinks, taking in your question before signing,
Athena drew it there once.
You smile warmly, then remark.
“She’s quite the artist. She should draw the tattoos for all of your brothers.”
His chuckle simmers in the back of his throat and he grins your way. You try not to let your heart leap (it does anyway).
You have a nice smile.
Ban’s eyes widen ever so slightly when he watches you sign.
I didn’t know you knew sign language, he responds, expression softer every moment that passes.
You shrug and sign back,
I’ve been learning. And I picked up some from you.
None of this is a lie. But it feels untruthful not to tell him why. Learning sign had never been a large priority for you before you met Ban. Picking up any hobby or wanting to accomplish something on the side during a time of war is not the easiest task. But you’d take time for something, someone as lovely as Ban. You do.
The sweetest little smile spreads across his lips and he signs,
I really appreciate that. I hope you know.
And you nod curtly.
“I do know. At least I think so.”
Something you can't quite place is etched across his features as he responds.
I want you to feel my appreciation for everything you do so there’s no doubt in your mind otherwise.
As he finishes his sentence, your heart seizes in its chest and your face turns a deep flush of red. Just then, does the shutter of a camera click to your right.
You turn. Specter’s distinct chuckling gives away his discreet spot behind a beam and you scoff.
“Seriously?”
He peaks out more, shrugging while lowering his camera.
“Just capturing the moment.” He pans out a hand as if highlighting his next words in bold colors for the general public to gaze upon. “‘Two dorks in their natural habitat.’”
“Vod,” Banshee chastises verbally, and the lightest giggle bubbles up Specter’s chest as he saunters away to the rest of their brothers watching avidly from afar.
All of the Grave squad is pleasantly agreeable. But on second thought, perhaps falling for Banshee is the easiest thing you’ve let yourself do.
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tagging the homies <3: @secondaryrealm @dystopicjumpsuit @sunshinesdaydream @wizardofrozz @a-single-tulip @523rdrebel @moonlightwarriorqueen
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tattycoram · 2 years
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Wolffe: Have you seen the broom?
Rex: You- you're voluntarily cleaning?
Wolffe: Nope. Gregor won't come down from the ceiling; I'm gonna whack him
Rex: Wait-
Wolffe: Come here you little shit-
Gregor, from the next room: *screams*
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logibears · 1 year
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psyzook · 1 year
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what would it take- what would it take, for Obi-Wan’s eyes to shine in 212th gold??
(is this about ‘The Good Sith’ by sonnyrain? yes. yes it fucking is.)
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lianlianlianlian · 10 months
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You know, it is possible to hold anakin skywalker accountable for his actions and questionable choices and terrible healthy coping mechanisms and certain immaturity while also still acknowledging that he's a victim of grooming/manipulation by palpatine, who orchestrated a war from both sides and gave him and the rest of the jedi order a whole lot of war trauma, and that his entire life has practically been sabotaged by the sith.
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literallyjustanerd · 1 year
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Commander Cody "I pretend I'm a serious guy but I'll get in a knife fight with a literal robot" lastname
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denndrawings · 1 year
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Ahsoka painted their nails pretty
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cerulianvermillion · 10 months
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I love the Jedi Temple. It must have been breathtaking, beautiful, jaw-droppingly gorgeous- the Jedi Temple must have been everything. A little taste of paradise, hidden in plain sight, the beauty of a thousand dreams nestled in the hearts of the Jedi. It was a home, a school, a place to be safe, to be whole.
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eomereadig · 24 days
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Snippet: Echoes
Written for the alternative prompt "reassurance" for @whumpril!
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Commander Fox/Commander Cody
Rating: M
Tags: emotional hurt/comfort, nightmares, cuddling, literal sleeping together, psychological trauma, PTSD, implied/referenced sexual assault
Full fic now avaliable here
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Much like he often had during the war, though the occurrence was becoming less and less common these days, Cody startled awake all at once. His first thought was that an alarm of some kind had woken him but, after a quick heartbeat, he realised the flashing lights dancing around the room were from speeders racing along outside and decidedly not part of a venator’s emergency system. 
The shadowy bedroom was mostly quiet, too, save from he and Fox’s breathing. 
Now that Cody paid it more mind, Fox’s breathing was heavy beside him - even despite the other lying down. 
It caught Cody off guard when Fox’s legs thrashed about on the bed and the distant ache in his shin told him all he needed to know about what had woken him in the first place. The duvet was tangled by their ankles, tangled around Fox’s feet as he continued to kick out at some unseen foe. 
Cody’s heart dropped to his stomach.
A nightmare - and not the first one Fox had ever had in bed with him, not even the second this week alone. No matter how many times this scene had played out before, Cody’s heart still clenched in sympathy for his love.  
As his eyes adjusted to the gloom, he took note of how Fox’s usually unruly hair looked more like a bush than anything else, strands stiff with sweat. He was tangled in his night clothes, Cody noticed. Fox’s head thrashed from side to side on the pillow beneath it, betraying his unconscious panic. In a hoarse whisper, Fox pleaded with his dream, promises and appeals that Cody had heard a hundred times before. 
“Please,” Fox croaked under his breath. In his dream, he must have been shouting. “Punish me instead. I-I’ll learn this time - not the shinies, please…” The mutter hardly came as a shock to Cody but he felt sick with the idea of what it entailed nonetheless. He’d never asked or been told outright what Fox had experienced during the war, but at times like this he could hazard a terrible, terrible guess. 
Cody couldn’t watch him go on like this. 
As gently as he could, he shook Fox awake by the shoulder. 
No response. 
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Barrissoka family at the beach lol
This is for @loading3percent ‘s Barrisoka happy ending AU, and the kid is their first daughter!
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sinfulsalutations · 10 months
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Who was your first ever clone crush?
I'll go first.
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basic? perhaps. but he was my real first husband and that is important to me. rex has a special please in my heart.
tagging people who might like to add on: @freesia-writes @anxiouspineapple99 @blueink-bluesoul @samspenandsword @metalatl @littlemissmanga no pressure though! <3
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