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phantasm-echo · 14 days

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They’re so sibling coded and I miss them and I love them and and *devolves into incoherent crying*

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swsource · 25 days

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AHSOKA TANO The Clone Wars: Old Friends Not Forgotten

#tcwedit #swedit #the clones wars #ahsoka tano #sw #star wars #*#hella #uservalentina #usernik #usertreena #tusernath #userelio #userrainbow #usertina #usershale #tuserpegs #tuseraixa

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omaano · 2 months

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Rex has a new workout buddy

Silly little companion (in spirit, if not in writing - but a man can dream) to The Art of Losing (Is Hard to Master) by the amazing @insertmeaningfulusername, the second chapter of which has just gone up this week! the little fluffball finally has a name!! :3

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kara-ct · 1 month

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Obi-Wan: So... Cody and I are very close.

Cody: Very, very close.

Anakin: Well, I know. You are very good friends.

Cody: We're not friends.

Anakin : What???

Obi-Wan: Cody! Of course we're friends! It's just that there's something else as well.

Anakin: What else do you do?

Obi-Wan : I don't know how to explain this to you...

Cody : Your master and I sleep together.

Obi-Wan : Cody!

Anakin : That's all? I thought you wanted to tell me something important.

Obi-Wan: I thought you'd react differently.

Cody : Me too.

Anakin : Why? Rex and I do that too.

Obi-Wan : What?

Cody : What?!

Anakin: Fives and Echo joined us last time. It's happened before that Jesse and Hardcase come too.

Cody : WHAT?!

Anakin : It's rare, but Kix also comes to join us sometimes.

Obi-Wan : Oh my god! Anakin! I didn't raise you like that!

Cody : I'm going to be sick...

*2 hours later*

Anakin: I don't understand their reaction, Rex! We didn't do anything wrong!

Rex: I don't know, sir. Maybe sleeping in the same tent as his general is forbidden.

Anakin : What? Even when it's very cold? That's ridiculous! Sharing a tent is the best idea to avoid freezing to death!

Rex : I know, sir. Their reactions are strange.

Kix : Maybe it's because General Kenobi and Commander Cody weren't talking about sharing a tent?

Anakin : What were they talking about then?

Kix :

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themistymountainscold · 1 year

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rex: look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t have feelings for general kenobi.

cody, looking lovingly at obi-wan from across the room: i don’t have feelings for general kenobi.

rex: you are nowhere near my eyes.

#rex is so done with him #star wars #star wars: the clone wars #the clones wars #clone wars #captain rex #obi-wan kenobi #commander cody #codywan #obi wan x cody #incorrect quotes

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dathomirdumpsterfire · 4 months

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wow okay, i am impressed with the amount of interest this idea got so... poll time!

🔥 shoot me a DM or comment on this post for invite to the discord! 🔥

@autistic-mandalorian @nicolabarth @gremliny-goob @eldritch-horror-from-the-void @nightclansunited @coruscantguard

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darthskys · 1 year

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Yeah, I like it when Rex and Anakin have a strong bond, but I also think it's really funny to say Rex can't stand his Jedi general; and he has to listen to Cody wax poetic about how his is so noble and kind. And Rex is just like. Well mine's a bastard. How about that.

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euphoriacafe · 1 month

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He loves you…but he didn’t want to love you…he can’t love you.

Rex stared at you with worn eyes as you were wrapped in his arms laying in the bed. The war was endless and it was coming to the point that every assignment he would have to go on got worse and harder to stay alive each time. One of his arms wrapped around your body and the other hand was combing through your messy hair.

He was a trooper who tried to obey the rules…to be a good soldier and follow orders.

Something was telling him the worse will come for him— that everything will change. As you laid in his arms he traced your facial features with his forefinger not wanting to forget any detail.

No.

If he doesn’t let go now, if he doesn’t leave now…if the words slip through his lips telling you he loves you…he wouldn’t be able to leave. He wants you…he shouldn’t…couldn’t…but does. His body trembled as his heart was shattering moment by moment.

Any moment you’ll wake up.

You’ll greet him with a sleepy kiss and hum him to sleep.

You were his safe space, his home, his reason.

No.

Get up.

He loves you…but he shouldn’t…he can’t…he doesn’t want to.

Without a second thought as he began to kiss the top of forehead the words slip.

“I love you..”

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I’m sorry this is so angst, I’m kind of in a sad mood right now and listening to music isn’t helping much BUT I hope you all enjoyed it.

Reblogs or feedback is welcomed!

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dystopicjumpsuit · 3 months

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Hey, Sunshine 💙

A/N: Wishing the happiest birthday to my beloved @sunshinesdaydream!

Pairing: Hardcase x Reader (GN; Reader has a nickname)

Rating: T but minors DNI as always

Wordcount: 1.1k

Warnings and tags: fluff; kissing; Star Wars swearing

Summary: Hardcase has a birthday surprise for you.

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Three hours, twenty-two minutes, and thirty-seven seconds.

That's how long you had left until you'd officially be on shore leave. A whole week off. No handing out uniforms; no listening to sheepish explanations about how exactly a trooper ended up with an undersuit three sizes too small (HOW?!); no defending your distribution numbers in pointless meetings with your supervisor. Just five days, all to yourself. You could do anything you wanted.

Well. Almost anything.

You finished taking stock of the Resolute’s uniform inventory and sent a quick comm to the supply officer to let her know the ship was running low on socks—again—while you tried not to think about a certain heavy gunner with the sweetest eyes and the prettiest ink in the GAR. The truth, which you would never admit even under pain of torture, was that you'd happily skip shore leave if it meant you'd get to spend more time with him.

But you couldn't, so you didn't.

Instead, you'd be spending the week on Coruscant, NOT with Hardc—your friends, which was FINE. It was absolutely FINE, and you were excited to finally have some free time, and maybe it sucked just a tiny bit that you'd be spending your birthday alone in a hotel room in the mid-levels, but it was FINE. There was plenty to do on Coruscant, after all. You were sure you'd be able to find something—

“Hey, Sunshine.”

You shrieked and jumped in surprise as the voice sounded close behind you.

“Hardcase, you scared the kark out of me!” you gasped, smacking him in the chest with a compression suit and doing your best to ignore the way the world suddenly seemed a little bit brighter. “What are you doing here? Don't tell me you lit your dress uniform on fire again.”

“That was two times!” he exclaimed, affronted. “It's not like I did it on purpose.”

“Then why are you here instead of getting ready to paint the Entertainment District red?”

He eyed the compression suit warily. “If I tell you, are you going to hit me with that thing again?”

“Depends on what you say,” you replied with a cheeky smile.

Apparently unwilling to take any chances, he took the suit from you and folded it neatly, then set it aside. When he turned back to you, he looked almost… nervous? That was new; you'd never seen him display anything less than well-deserved confidence. He licked his lips, and with an effort so heroic that you mentally awarded yourself a medal, you kept your gaze steadily on his eyes instead of staring at his mouth.

“I, uh, have something for you,” he said. He fumbled in one of his many pouches—why do they have so many pouches?—and produced a small box wrapped in colorful flimsi. “It's nothing much, just, er—happy birthday, Sunshine.”

He shoved the box toward you and looked away quickly. Surprised, you accepted the gift and examined it curiously as Hardcase watched out of the corner of his eye. On closer inspection, you saw that the flimsi was covered in hand-drawn geometric patterns in your favorite colors, and your heart gave a strange little thump at the thoughtfulness and effort he'd put in.

“How’d you know my birthday was coming up?” you asked.

“I have my ways,” he said in a dignified tone that was utterly subverted by the eager expression on his face.

“So mysterious!” you laughed.

He grinned. “A mystery, wrapped in an enigma—”

“Shrouded in flimsi,” you finished.

“Exactly. Now open it!”

“But the mystery!” you teased.

“Mysteries are meant to be solved. Open it!”

He was practically vibrating, his earlier jitters obliterated by anticipation. Unable to resist tormenting him (just a little, as a treat), you took your time to unwrap the box, painstakingly avoiding tearing the flimsi. Once you had it completely unwrapped, you held up the flimsi and admired the artwork.

“Hardcase, this really is gorgeous. I didn't know you could draw like this.”

“Kriff the flimsi, open the box! I know you're doing this on purpose.”

With one final, mischievous smile, you complied. Your breath caught when you saw what was inside: a simple cord necklace, and on it, a crystal pendant that flashed purple and green in the light, intricately wrapped in silver wire.

“It's beautiful,” you whispered. “Did you make this?”

He nodded. “I found the crystal on Saleucami. Reminded me of you.”

“Saleucami was months ago,” you replied, confused.

“I know.”

Your eyes flitted from his face to the necklace and back again. On impulse, and before you could lose your nerve, you asked, “Can you help me put it on?”

He didn't reply, but he stepped closer to you and picked up the necklace. He fumbled with the clasp a bit and paused to tug off his gloves with his teeth. Once he got the clasp open, he lifted the necklace and fastened it gently around your neck, his calloused fingers ghosting lightly over your skin.

Maker, he smells so good, it's not kriffing fair, you mused, trying to refrain from huffing him like glue.

“Thanks.” Your voice sounded suspiciously hoarse, even to your own ears.

His thumb stroked softly down the side of your neck.

“Hey, Sunshine?” he whispered.

You swallowed, suddenly feeling a little lightheaded. “Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Your breath stuttered to a halt. “... Yeah.”

His eyes dropped to your lips, and he slowly closed the distance between the two of you. As his hand slid around to cup the back of your head, your heart hammered so hard you were sure he must be able to feel it. He glanced back up at your eyes, as though looking for confirmation that you wanted this, and whatever he saw there seemed to satisfy him. His lips touched yours softly, his kiss achingly tender at first. Then you brushed the tip of your tongue against his lips, and he drew in a sharp breath, pulling you tightly against himself.

How many times had you imagined kissing Hardcase? Dozens? Hundreds? It didn't matter, because none of them even came close to the reality. He kissed you like you were the only being in the galaxy, like you were his entire world. When at last you drew away, breathless and dizzy, he whispered your name—your real name—like a plea, quiet and reverent.

His thumb traced around the shell of your ear. He nuzzled your cheek, then pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth one more time.

“Been wantin’ to do that forever,” he murmured against your skin.

“What took you so long?” you asked in a hushed tone.

“Didn't want to kark it up,” he replied.

“Oh,” you whispered. “Well. You didn't.”

He held you close to him, his breath soft and warm across your face as his fingertips drew tiny circles in the downy hairs just where the back of your neck met your head. After a moment, he spoke quietly.

“Did you have plans for shore leave? Because if not, I have a few ideas.”

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Looking for more Hardcase fluff? Check out my ficlet, “A Question of Seman-dicks.”

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#clone trooper hardcase #hardcase x reader #tcw hardcase #the clones wars #star wars #tcw fanfic #star wars fanfic #i wrote this instead of sleeping #dystopicjumpsuit writes #Spotify

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questforgalas · 11 months

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This screenshot will never not be one of my top 5 favorite screenshots in all of TCW. It's just....everything

The energy. The chaos. The facial expressions. 1000/10. Absolutely love.

#star wars #the clones wars #the bad batch #captain rex #clone trooper kix #arc trooper jesse

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phantasm-echo · 1 month

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How it should have happened ☹️

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starwhorestheclonewars · 1 month

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Anakin: *Makes a jerking off motion every time someone on the Council talks.*

#star wars #anakin skywalker #anakin and obi wan #jedi council #star wars the clone wars #the clones wars #revenge of the sith #not obi wan though lmao

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kara-ct · 8 months

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Anakin : *knocking on the door at 3am* Rex! Rex! REX! Wake up!

Rex :What's the problem, sir? Are we under attack?

Anakin : I was thinking about Obi-Wan and Cody.

Rex :...

Anakin: If they get married, Cody will be my stepmother or brother-in-law?

Rex: Did you seriously wake me up for that?

Anakin :... Obi-Wan is like a father to me but he is also a brother. Does that mean Cody is going to become my stepmother and brother-in-law at the same time?

Rex :...

Anakin : Does that mean that you and I will also be brothers? Or are you going to become my uncle?

Rex :

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themistymountainscold · 10 months

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cody: alright, who here though obi-wan and i are together?

the entire 212th: *raises their hands*

cody, sighing: put your hand down obi-wan.

#he didnt deny it though #its canon guys #star wars #star wars: the clone wars #the clones wars #tcw #clone wars #the clones #commander cody #obi-wan kenobi #codywan #the 212th #gay #incorrect quotes

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britishlightyear · 1 year

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CAPTAIN FORDO APPRECIATION POST BECAUSE I AM HEAD OVER HEELS

#star wars comics #star wars clone wars #clone wars #the clones wars #star wars #captain fordo #alpha 77 #clone troopers #arc troopers

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euphoriacafe · 20 days

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What if it was all over?

What if the order 66 never happened- the Republic had won the battle- the galaxy was safe finally. Of course, you would only be finding out when someone screamed on the top of their lungs in the bar that it was finally over.

You were standing in your kitchen, washing any dishes you dirtied from dinner. This was how it was usually- dinner alone every night and occasionally you would have it with him.

Yes, him.

He was the one who rarely had the time since of course…he was a solider- like he would say, ‘It’s his duty to put the republic before anything else.’

Rough. That’s what it felt like.

But when shore leave would come around for him, he would be making a beeline to your home. He would knock and then spend his time holding you…caring for you…loving you.

He said he didn’t want to form attachments because the war’s were dangerous and there’s always a chance he doesn’t make it. The other excuse was it was against their protocol to have families or to even be seeing anyone- but something always drew him back to that very door.

It’s almost a week already since the news that the war was won. Yet, he never returned.

What is something happened to him?

What if he was just using you to take his stress out?

What if-

Your thoughts raced and your heart felt like it was slowly breaking as it ached at the terrible thoughts. You held onto the counter as support letting your caf become cold and watered down.

The kitchen was dark and cold.

You felt used…alone…conflicted…hurt.

You didn’t hear the door open or close since you were locked into your thoughts- you had a small tears rolling down your cheeks as you were looking down at the counter.

With your back being exposed from the shirt you wore- you suddenly felt a warm hand tracing from your shoulder blades to your shoulder.

Another hand was gently placed onto your hip.

What knocked you out of your thoughts was the lips that pressed against your shoulder blade to the other side of your exposed neck.

It was him.

Wolffe.

You felt your muscles relax under his warm touch to your cold goosebump skin. His voice was raspy, tired, low.

“Cyar'ika, I’m home.”

You turned around to look up to him scanning his face for any hint of if this was your imagination or if it was real.

You reached your hand upwards towards his face placing it onto his cheek, his eyes went from love to worry at the sight of you crying.

“You’re…really here.” You whispered in disbelief.

“I…you…” You stuttered over your words being but off completely with Wolffe dragging you towards his body to hold you.

“I’m here cyar'ika,” He spoke laying his head on top of yours, time finally seemed to be going slow. “And I’m not leaving you again…I’m here.”

“It’s all over…I’m not leaving you.” He whispered holding you closer.

You closed your eyes taking in his scent, he wasn’t wearing his top armor over his blacks. His body was warm.

You melted into his grasp listening to his heartbeat.

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