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thecoffeelorian · 2 months

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Hello again, everyone...

I just wanted to mention that I think I'm still doing okay lately, and no matter what the shrieking void of the Twitter feed might say, I'm just...not gonna invite disaster. In other words, yeah, a certain ship might get the Razorcrest treatment and a certain island might get attacked...but then again, it DID cut out before I saw any evidence of people fighting back, so again, I'm not gonna invite any trouble and start howling about how it's the end of the world or anything. Especially not when there could be a good remnant of the G.A.R. on standby, ready to teach those damned Imps a lesson.

So, now that I hope I've made my thoughts clear on this issue (if this is even a thing, LOL)...I should probably get to all my picks of the week, so here we go!

The Acolyte [NEW, yes folks are already drawing, can you believe it?!]

New Jedi by @cryptid-teapot

The Clone Wars

The Most Epic Game of Capture the Blue Milk Ever by TwentyFunnyBunnies

99's Boys by Nightfall_1409

Tattooed Troopers by Nightingale_7890

The Bad Batch

Oublier by Kihvod

We Are Forever by CourtesyTrefflin

take us back to when things made sense by turnstone [Warning: NO Happy Ending!]

No Pressure Tags: @sharpasanaro @callsign-denmark @yeehawgeek @theosb0rnway @littlefeatherr @talesfrommedinastation @clonebrainrot @melymigo @anko-art @blueflamedjedimaster @delicioustacocollector @another-httyd-fan @waytoooldforthis78 @groguandthebadbatch and anybody else on the lookout for new and interesting fanworks.

Now, I'm afraid, I might have to make a little confession...: there were a few more I wanted to put down here, but it seems that my thoughts have been a little unfocused as of late, so I'll just do my best to list them on the next installment of FF and hope I don't get forgetful a second time. Because...my mind's not that good these days. 😅

Until then, though...if you have a moment, please give this a like and reblog so that I can pass these links on to as many Tumblr pages as possible, and so spread the love around. Thank you, goodnight, and good luck!

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nonhumanhottie · 1 year

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Clone Wars season 3 rewatch

Padmé is so sweet to Ahsoka it hurts my heart

99... my boy...

Padmé really puts her whole senatussy into doing the right thing in the senate

Pursuit of Peace is my fave Padmé episode

Bail is always stressing over Padmé and her hands on approaches... then he raises a daughter just like her. I love him

I love the nightsisters. Straight up magic and zombies and nonsense

The Mortis arc goes harder and harder each time I rewatch it. More of my absolute favourite episodes

Tarkin is such a shady little bitch and I hate him

Such good Fives and Echo content this season... until it isn't... rip echo

Plo Koon and Ahsoka have a great dynamic

The season 3 finale is so sweet but also a little haunting

#leshi star wars rewatch #the clone wars #star wars clone wars #tcw #padme amidala #ahsoka tano #tcw 99 #bail organa #tcw nightsisters #tcw tarkin #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #plo koon #star wars #leshi speaks

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frostycatblr-fandom-files · 11 months

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99's Legacy

Would he be surprised he's not truly forgotten when his name is still carried on across the galaxy within the four, later five, brothers who boast success after success as a squad?

Would he be honored? Would he be proud of them?

Would he be horrified if he learns there's a plan that follows in his example? A final, selfless act of bravery and courage?

Would he be heartbroken that, the way it looks right now, one of his brothers - a soldier just like him - utilized that plan and lost his life?

#frostsfanart #99's Legacy #star wars #the bad batch #tbb #sw tcw #swtcw #tcw #star wars fanart #tcw 99 #clone trooper 99 #plan 99 #tbb tech #tech tbb #tech lives #(we're being hopeful in this house (old sw tradition of no body = no death and all that))#it's Being Sad About TBB Season 2 Finale Hours babes #watercolor #aurebesh

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sskim-milkk · 6 months

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A Bad Batch Thanksgiving

Words: 2K

Warnings: None. Pure fluff!

Also posted on my AO3

“Papa! Nana!” Omega squealed as she invited herself into Ninety-Nine and Lilly’s home, pushing open the large wooden door. The Batch all beamed at her with pride. Their little girl was so smart, remembering what her grandparents’ house looked like. She sure came here enough. Ninety-Nine and Lilly made it their goal to have little Omega over as much as possible.

“Is that an Omega I hear?” Ninety-Nine asked in a silly voice as he entered the foyer, Lilly following behind. Ninety-Nine was dressed in nice pants and a button-up shirt while Lilly had on a beautiful ankle-length dress.

“Papa!” She squealed again, lifting her arms up to him. Her grandfather happily obliged. He playfully groaned as he lifted her into his arms as if she was heavy.

“Hello, boys! Come in, come in!” Lilly greeted, gesturing with her hands for the five men to come in from the cold. They messily shuffled in with their various bags and dishes they had spent the past couple of days preparing.

“Hey, Dad and Lilly! Happy Thanksgiving!” Wrecker cheered, wrapping his large arms around both of them. The pair shivered against his cold coat, but smiled at him all the same and gave hugs to all the other men too. They too were well-dressed, all wearing different colors of pants and button-up shirts like Ninety-Nine. Tech opted to wear a tie to be extra fancy.

“Fives here yet?” Echo asked as he handed Lilly a bag of food, moving to take his coat, beanie and shoes off. The house was warm and comforting. The heat of the nearby fireplace in the living room diffused throughout the home, and the mix of good, homemade food and candles burning could not make for a better Thanksgiving already.

“No, you know he likes to be fashionably late,” Ninety-Nine chuckled. Echo rolled his eyes.

“More like he forgot to make something so he’s rushing to the store now.”

Omega squirmed in Ninety-Nine’s arms, now reaching out to Lilly to be held. She was dressed in an adorable long-sleeve, fall-themed dress, white tights and tiny black Mary-Jane shoes, and her blonde curls were done up in pigtails. Lilly cooed, holding her tiny granddaughter against her chest.

“Ohh, hello, sweet girl. Are you going to try lots of tasty things tonight now that you’re a big girl with those big ol’ teeth?”

“Yeah!” Omega nodded as she fiddled with Lilly’s necklace.

“That is the plan. Though, if she is proving to be uninterested in most foods we have brought some foods that we know she’ll eat,” Tech added in as he made his way upstairs with a multitude of bags for Omega. They would be staying the night, and Tech had triple-checked to make sure they had everything they needed for their tiny tot before leaving.

“What a beautiful home,” Hunter’s girlfriend marveled as she slowly made her way through the downstairs portion of the house. Hunter followed her, occasionally adding in comments about how different the house looked during his childhood or what he and his siblings would get up to. There were a few holes or cracks in the walls, which Hunter also explained were the fault of him and his siblings.

His girlfriend, Abi, was kindly invited to their Thanksgiving this year. She had a bad relationship with her family right now, and no friends since she recently moved to the area. Ninety-Nine and Lilly were never the type to allow someone to spend Thanksgiving alone. They welcomed her with open arms despite only meeting her once before during the one year her and Hunter had been dating.

Meanwhile, Crosshair marveled at the dining table all set up. When he was little he loved helping his dad set the table. He felt so proud of himself when he was old enough to carry the heavier glass dishes out to the table. Lilly made excellent additions to the table along with Ninety-Nine’s already exquisite decorations. The same could be said for the rest of the house. Despite its old age it was warm, inviting and homey. He was still very happy with how good of a match-maker he was with these two. His dad and Lilly were truly a wonderful couple and it was comforting to know neither had ended up alone in their older age.

As they all got settled, the cacophony of voices throughout the house made the place more lively in the way that only families coming together could. Crosshair made his way to the kitchen to help prepare the last of the dishes and heat up the ones they brought. Echo got out the wine and started pouring drinks for everyone. Tech was showing Ninety-Nine how to operate the radio and speakers he had set up for him last Christmas. The poor old man still didn’t understand all the buttons and cords. He had to first find his glasses, notebook and pen and make Tech slowly-”hold on, son, hold on”-explain how to operate the damn thing. At last, soft instrumental jazz music started flowing from the speakers.

Meanwhile, Hunter and Abi were keeping an eye on Omega as she attempted to play with Ninety-Nine and Lilly’s cat, Hugo.

“Cat!” Omega squealed as she toddled after him even though the poor thing was trying to get as far away from this energetic, unpredictable little menace as possible.

“Gentle, Omega,” Hunter reminded her as the little girl caught up to Hugo and was patting his head.

“You want to play with some toys, honey?” Abi said in a high-pitched baby voice that made Hunter wince a bit. Lilly and Ninety-Nine had some toys for Omega in a box next to a bookshelf. Goodness knows she had plenty at home, so the batch opted to bring some toys over for when Omega stayed here so they had less to bring.

Abi dragged the box over and pulled out some wooden blocks. Omega toddled over with interest. She helped Omega stack up a few blocks before sitting back against Hunter’s chest, his arm draping around her. It was a perfect moment, watching the little girl play with the fire crackling next to them, the sound of familiar voices and music in the background. Hunter gently cupped Abi’s cheek, tilting her head up towards him to drop a soft kiss to her lips. Abi hummed in satisfaction.

“No! Daddy, no! Mine!” Omega protested as clambered up onto Hunter’s lap, the blocks now forgotten.

“Ow,” he winced as her heel dug into his knee. Omega squeezed herself between Hunter and Abi, leaning her own head against Hunter’s chest. She glared at Abi.

“Mine,” she pouted.

“Wha-?” Abi stammered, looking at the pair in shock. Hunter, meanwhile, was trying not to laugh. It was quite funny how protective Omega could be when it came to her dadas and their various girlfriends and boyfriends.

“Yeah, um…” Hunter scratched the back of his neck. Before he could continue, the front door opened.

“Hey, hey, hey, everybody!” Fives cheered as he walked in with, to nobody’s surprise, store-bought pumpkin pies and surely already-melting ice cream.

“Unca’ Fibe!” Omega screeched, getting off the couch and running towards the door to greet her favorite uncle (that’s what Fives says, at least.) Hunter smiled at how quickly both his daughter’s mood and attention could change so quickly.

“She’s a little protective of us,” Hunter admitted sheepishly as he and Abi made their way to the front door as well. He knew they should probably try to fix that behavior if any of them were going to marry someone someday. She was only little though and just too cute with her big brown eyes, chubby cheeks and pouty lips.

“Ya don’t say,” Abi giggled. “It’s super cute.”

Back in the foyer, the gang had all come to greet Fives with hugs. The man in question had Omega in his arms and was blowing raspberries against her belly. She was screeching with laughter, face all red.

He apologized for being late, as he did every year. He quickly found his twin and slung his arm around him, the two catching up as they went to the kitchen to get Fives a drink.

Everyone sat or stood around the kitchen island and ate a few hor d'oeuvres whilst chatting. Wrecker managed to get Omega to try some cheese and crackers. She seemed to enjoy them, leaving only crumbs all over her face, dress and Wrecker’s shirt.

Once the food was ready, the clan moved the remaining dishes to the large table and found a chair to stand behind while Ninety-Nine gave the blessing before sitting down to eat. The table was marvelous. Though it was now dark out, the soft light in the room continued to give off that warm feeling felt throughout the home. A beautiful red table cloth was set with lace trimmings dangling off the edges of the table. Gold flower-patterned place mats and napkins were set throughout at each spot. The food was all squished together in the center, two candles set in the middle. Steam and all sorts of smells wafted throughout the room. People set down glasses of water and wine at their place. Echo lit the two candles in the middle, and all looked to Ninety-Nine.

“I know that we’ve all had highs and lows this year, but we’re just so grateful to have you all here in good health and spirits. We’re so proud of you and feel so happy to be able to have little Omega here these past two Thanksgivings. What a lovely time to be able to come together to eat, drink and be happy together. Dig in!” With that, they all cheered each other’s glasses and sat down for a feast. Omega alternated between sitting in Ninety-Nine and Lilly’s laps throughout the meal, at the head of the table, of course.

The food was amazing. Roasted turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, green bean casserole, cheesy potatoes, and salad. Wrecker, especially, was in heaven. Everyone continued to chat throughout the meal. Hunter was pleased to see Abi laughing and chatting with everyone too, seeming to be in good spirits.

Omega took a liking to all but the salad. Ninety-Nine and Lilly would scoop small servings of everything onto a plate for her. She had her own plastic silverware, but the toddler preferred to use her hands to gobble everything up. She giggled and clapped at how yummy everything was.

“Ugh, I’m full!” Wrecker groaned, tossing his napkin onto the table once he had cleaned his plate. He patted his swollen tummy. Everyone seemed to be in agreement with him. Lilly tried to persuade everyone to take more of everything to no avail.

“Well I hope you all saved room for dessert,” Lilly tsked, the small lady getting up to start clearing people’s plates. Abi and Hunter got up to help, not listening when Lilly hit them with her towel to get them to stop. She let them help eventually, though not without a frown on her face.

The family seemed to find new fervor when pies and cookies and ice cream were brought out. Omega had a few bites of pie and ice cream, humming happily about the yummy treat. Everyone bid her goodnight when Crosshair scooped her up to put her to bed. He was a bit worried she would have a hard time falling asleep since she rarely spent the night here, along with the ruckus happening downstairs. Luckily, the girl was pretty tired and was soon snuggled up in her warm jammies, blanket, and Bunny in the travel crib.

Back downstairs, everyone helped to clean the mess. Really only food was put away. Dishes could wait for tomorrow. No-one wanted to deal with them tonight. They all migrated to the living room, alcohol flowing in their systems.

As the night wore on, they all kept chatting as endless conversations were had. A few games were brought out too like Cards Against Humanity and Clue. Wrecker and Fives were of course the loudest and had to be reminded a few times to keep their voices down so Omega wouldn’t wake up. Ninety-Nine and Lilly eventually went up to bed, thoroughly worn out but happy from the last couple of days filled with cooking, cleaning and family fun.

It wasn’t until after midnight when everyone was in their beds. All went to sleep with full stomachs and happy memories made after yet another successful Thanksgiving.

#star wars #star wars tbb #the bad batch #baby omega #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb echo #tbb wrecker #tcw fives #tcw 99 #fluff #family fluff #baby clones #parental bad batch #the dad batch

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enigmatist17 · 11 months

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Did a short stint of my re-watch journey of CW, and got to ARC troopers :(

99 my darling 💜💔🫡

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"Echo, it's time." Fives' voice is soft, his hand on Echo's shoulder gentle.

Echo didn't want to let 99 go.

It would mean he'd have to face the reality the man cradled in his arms was dead, growing colder and colder with each minute that passed. 99 had been the man who had brought Domino together, a comforting shoulder to cadets, a friendly face to returning soldiers, a beacon of warmth in a city devoid of it all.

Cody, Rex and Fives help Echo lift the man into an awaiting coffin, and he can finally see the barracks are filled with their brothers. They're all saluting as 99 is placed with care, and move without a word to allow the small group escort the man through the city. They weren't going to let him be just cremated, not like the long necks would want.

The seas are calm as the biggest landing pad still standing fills with hundreds of clones, and the four stand guard as respects are given. He'd be passed into the water hours and hours later, the setting sun guiding 99 to wherever he would lay to rest deep in the water below, to forever be near his brothers that mourned him.

He'd always be there forever to greet each brother that would pass on from one life into the next, and while those still living didn't know this yet, they would one day.

It was alright, 99 was ready for this new assignment, and knew one day they would all be together again.

#personal #star wars #clone wars #star wars clone wars #clone wars spoilers #star wars clone wars spoilers #arc troopers #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #commander cody #captain rex #99 #tcw 99 #it hurt :(

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erzsebetrosztoczy · 2 years

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Day 1 - Kamino/cadets

CT- 7953 woke up from the loud band that rumbled through the dull gray walls of the spacious dormitories. A thunderstorm swirled above Kamino once again; he thought, cold hands coming to rub the blurry tiredness out of his eyes. Shuffling from his back onto his side he carefully lifted his brother's arm that was splayed out on his stomach. A little head on his left shoulder, a leg on his knees, a sharp elbow pushing into his nape; but as annoying as his brothers were, he loved sleeping in these tight piles. Even though usually he got the place and position that made his neck sore in the morning, and numbbed his hands, he would never trade any bed for this.

CT-7953 gasphed, flinching with his whole body as another thunder roared through the room. He shouldn't be jumping from such things as little as a thunderstorm; he knew it, there were much more terrifying things out there than this.

Ros Derd - their shooting trainer would surely grumble a comment on this, something along the lines with: if a soldier hesitates just because there's some clattering around him - better to put down the blaster and join in the cleaning brigade.

With a groan he managed to free his lower half from under his sleeping brothers, slowly making his way out from the middle. Crawling over snoring and mumbling cadets, he rolled over the last person's back, who he did not recognize in the darkness neither from the gray-blue bodysuit that every clone wore. There were at least six batches who shared a wing, everyone having their own bed, with the same dark blue sheets, one after another, lengthy lines stretching through the room.

It was normal for such young clones to share a sleeping quarter with so many, one batch only got their own space after a few months of training - when the instructors needed them to start making stronger connections with their own batchmates for better teamwork and for easier registration.

CT- 7953 only knew this information from the older ones, who would drop one or two tips and advice during meals - the only time every clone, no matter of age or rank, met.

Yawning, he made his way to the door, his balance still coming back to him through his sleepy state. The plan was to go down to the kitchens, and ask for a warm sweet drink; CT - 7953 had no desire to have one of those cold water bottles that the longnecks always leave for them for the evening ;the night was already cold and awful, the tasteless tap water would have worsen his already gloomy mood.

With a soft hiss the door slid to the side, bright lights blinding him immediately from the corridor’s steril whiteness. This is what the kaminoans liked after all — keeping everything immaculate and steril, which he never really noticed until this moment, as he sneaked out quietly, careful not to wake anyone up with the lights. At night Kamino seemed as it really was - a facility for cloning, with labs and training grounds and nothing more, the example of a perfect place meant only for the fittest of soldiers to be made. But it was much more to him during the day; it was his home, along with his brothers. During the day there were constant moving, squads and jedis and longnecks passing through the halls, the air filled with talking and orders, the laughter of his brothers, and the faint buzzing of the work machines and blasters from the training grounds. He never felt lonely there, not when there was always a familiar face around him; telling a story, asking what the instructor just said, laughing at a made up joke. They were clones, but CT-7953 never felt that around his own kind, only familiarity and understanding, that they meant to have a connection with one another that no one else could understand, only them. Walking down the endless tunnels, always the same, never showing other than what he already saw, CT- 7953 suddenly felt a dull pain in his chest that stung him, and spread deep into his bones; something he never felt before. That he was alone all of a sudden, something he barely experienced before. He felt so small, smaller than he already was; scared to make any noise louder than a whisper, noticing how the walls caged him and weighed down on his body.

CT - 7953 passed another door, but the kitchen was still far away, long minutes of walking waited him — from one lifeless hallway to another. The wind howled on the metal walls, echoing through the large space around him, the constant drumming of the falling rain giving him an unsettling feeling.

“And what are you doing here at this hour?” With a badly smothered squeal CT - 7953 swung back at his heels, arms shooting behind his back as if he had snatched something from the armory.

To his surprise, not a tall figure stood in front of him, with thin neck, and large eyes, but a familiar face he had seen many times during his time here; a face furrowed with many wrinkles, which was- in a way, quite different from his young face, from the face of his grown up brothers, hardened in battle - and yet, somehow he knew that when he'll looked in the mirror, as the years pass his face will look just like the mans, standing there with him.

The man in front of him was a clone, just like him, his brother, but he was one of those unlucky ones for whom some error occurred during the cloning process, resulting in mutations and deformities. The kaminoans intended a different line for his brothers who were born in such ways- simple but essential cleaning and maintaining jobs were imposed on them.

"I just….I." He tried to come up with something which won't get him into trouble, but after a second his thoughts stopped.

Why would he need to lie to one of his brothers? Will he rat him out to his batch's supervisors?

"You don't need to worry, Little one." The man said- one hand waving the air carelessly. "We snuck out after curfew. I won't snitch on you if you tell me where you are heading." With a calm smile he stepped closer to CT- 7953, and the boy finally let his shoulders loosen.

"To the kitchens." He explained, eyes staring down at the tip of his shoes. "I just wanted to get something to drink."

His elderly brother tapped his chin, seemingly pondering for a moment, before he looked down at CT-7953, smiling mischievously.

"Then let's go, we have a drink to order for you." Reaching his hand to the front, CT-7953 took it immediately, wrapping his small palms around the long, thin hand that soothingly radiated warmth into his cold digits. "What's your name, cadet?" His brother asked after they walked down to the next turn of the hallway.

"I'm CT- 7953." The boy said automatically.

"Alright 53, come along."

"And you? What's yours?" He asked curious, matching his steps with his newly found guide.

"I'm 99." Came the answer from a worn down voice, which one day will be his very own.

Brother after brother, life after life - he will soon live it through, like so many did before him.

#clonetober2022 #sw #star wars clone wars #star wars #sw tcw #tcw #tcw clones #clone cadets #tcw 99 #the clone wars #clone oc

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paperback-rascal · 8 days

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My personal headcanon is that Tech got Echoed AKA Empire used his knowledge/experience/memories to train CXs troopers - that's why clone assassins got so good at fighting the batch - they're flash trained based on Clone Force 99 tactics. Following that headcanon of mine... CX2 was, to a degree, Tech... just as he was Crosshair, Wrecker, Hunter and Echo or more precisely... what Tech knew about his brothers and their capabilities/fighting style.

But I also believe showrunners are aiming to have Tech rescued in a different show (or a tie-in comics or a book) to have another property tied tightly to Filoniverse... also to strengthen my theory - J. Corbett admitted that she loves Marvel's Winter Soldier movie - make of that what you will.

The ending of TBB s3, in my opinion, teases an idea of a show circling around rebellion in which Omega will be at least secondary/supporting character so I think they'll make her rescue her fallen brother in her own show as a minor plot point or at least a TBB cameo.

I don't care either way as long as CF99 will be properly reunited.

#star wars #the clone wars #clone wars #tcw #the bad batch #bad batch #tbb #clone force 99 #CF99 #Omega #Tech #Tech lives #paperback-rascal's fix-it theatre #fanart #fancomics

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