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psyzook · 1 year

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there is a resound lack of vod cuddle pile fanart.

i urge you to make some cuddle pile content..

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aspenstarflare · 9 months

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Time for more Clone wars Head Cannon time:

-The 501st and 212th defiantly have bets against each other of the state of Anakin and Padmé’s relationship but also Obi-Wan and Cody’s. Ahsoka, Rex, Waxer, and Boil organizing these bets whenever the two legions are together (of course under the noses, of General Skywalker, General Kenobi, and Commander Cody).

-Kix sleeps literally with one eye open, due to his Jedi trying to escape the medbay every time he falls asleep. Every time he drags them back to bed he always mutters something along the line of “stupid self sacrificing jedi ideology, whoever thought the force was a free pass to self neglect will feel my wrath.”

-Speaking of Kix, the entire 501st and also the 212th by extension are terrified of him, once 10 droid invaded his medical tent and he took them all out on his own without a blaster. He also can single handily drag one of his jedi or troopers to the medbay without effort.

-Fives and Echo, the chaos twins who bring destruction wherever they go, will try to sneak into Anakin’s council meetings get into his line of sight, and try everything that is possible to make him laugh. During one meeting where they are more particularly funny Anakin just stands there in a council meeting trying to be silent and stiff as a board while he’s shaking from laughter and mace goes “Is something funny skywalker?” and fives falls on his head from doing a handstand at that moment and Anakin loses it and bursts out laughing like a maniac but refuses to explain why to the council ever. So for the rest of the history of the council, they all think Anakin finds Yoda going on mission to be kriffin hilarious.

-After tough missions the troopers of the 501st like to huddle together in a cuddle pile (although only Ahsoka calls it that), Ahsoka discovering this one night while they were all sleep in their huddle, hopped into the pile and snuggled up with them as she couldn’t fall asleep because of a nightmare that has her in a panic attack and Anakin was no where to be found. Cut to the next morning Anakin is panicking about where Ahsoka is and bursts into the barracks to ask the troopers if they’ve seen Ahsoka just to find her in the pile of his troopers between Jesse and Fives. He finds the sight too wholesome to disrupt so he takes a picture of it and leaves. Letting his children sleep in. He ends up framing that picture in his quarters much to Ahsoka’s annoyance when she finds it.

-Sometimes when the clones in the 501st have a illness like a cold instead of going to Kix (much to his annoyance) they to to their General. Sometimes they just want General Skywalker’s hugs, reassurance, and help. Appreciating the fatherly presence and warmth he gives them. He also happens to be really good at spotting when his troopers are ill, which Kix does actually appreciate because better they get General Skywalkers help then no help. (And Anakin does eventually tend to bring his sick troop to the medbay to make sure they’re alright)

-Sometimes on missions where locals are around a person or two has flirted with Ahsoka making her annoyed and uncomfortable as most of them tended being men older than her, but even the people who are age appropriate make her uncomfortable too as she isn’t interested in anyone at all. Usually Anakin would cut in and tell them to Kriff off and get away from his Padawan, but this time, Rex, Fives, Echo, Jesse, and Hardcase beat him to it. With Fives punching the 30 year old guy in the face, Echo shoving him to the ground, Jesse kicking him in the side, Hardcase stepping on him hard so he can’t move, and Rex telling him to never speak or go near his little sister again, telling him to kriff off before he faces a fate worse than death. Anakin smiles at them proudly while Ahsoka silently cries happy tears in the background from being called a “little sister” by her vod.

-I believe it’s already canon or a really universal headcanon that the clones speak mando, but I believe once Anakin and especially Ahsoka learn this they are both immensely determined to learn how to speak it, much to the hesitance to the 501st initially, they aren’t sure as it’s something that their’s. But quickly they get really close to both the commander and general and adopt them as their Vod’ika and Buir and teach them a few words until by the near end of the war it escalates to basically the entire language. (Anakin cries a lot when he learns what Buir means)

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sailorkamino · 11 months

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I love your idea of clone n Jedi cuddle piles! Can you tell us more of your ideas??

I can just see the Jedi general feeling down because they don't have another Jedi to cuddle with after a hard day, then their troops find out about it and invites them into their clone cuddle piles 💖

i think the first cuddle would be on a mission. a shiny falls asleep on their jedi's shoulder. a vod goes to wake him up but the jedi assures it's fine and mentions their clan mates, the jedi version of batch mates. but wait, sir, you haven't seen your clan mates in HOW LONG? OVER A YEAR? suddenly the mandalorian adoption gene activates. commanding officer? i think you mean jetti foundling.

once cuddles piles become more common rules are established. someone reblogged my original post and tagged the clones as a lion pride, that's exactly how i imagine them! since they were raised in a military setting they have a social hierarchy but they're still a family. highest ranking vode usually are closest to the jedi. but sometimes a trooper will break the rules,

shiny: [acting innocent and scared for comfort]

the older vode watching:

#shinies getting baby sibling privillages #love clone sibling dynamics bc they're so universal #clone wars headcanons #star wars #clone wars #star wars headcanons #the clones #clones x jedi!reader #clones x reader #cuddle pile #protective clones

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youeverjustmarryabountyhunter · 9 months

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After 12 long hours, I present to you-

Jango, Alpha-17 and Fordo from my fix it au :)

Featuring: Tired dad Jango, and feisty 16 year old cadets.

I don't think I've ever seen anyway draw their batch as kids (well these are teens-) but I got the pose in my head and it refused to leave.

A bit about the Au:

●Good dad Jango!! Absolutly best dad Jango. He loves all of his boys sm you can pry them from his cold dead hands (you will be cold and dead before you can try-)

●Jango did NOT consent to being the template. (He's here now though and he'll be damned if he's not gonna be the best parent he can be)

●This is an everyone lives au (mostly?? Palpatine is gonna get it as soon as I get my hands on him. Ya know maybe its more along the lines of mostly everyone lives and a few people die. Death is very minimal!)

●Selectively Mute Fordo!

●For a fix it au I sure do like giving people trauma (it's StarWars I'm sorry it's basically the law) Litterally almost everyone in this au needs a hug. And they GET the hug, okay? They get so may hugs.

●Vod piles/Cuddles piles/(platonic)affection is ingrained into clones. They need touch like they need air.

I have so much more art planned for this au- hopefully I'll get around the actually writing the fic.

Bonus:

#Aren't they cute?#No i dont know why theyre fighting #Yes Fordo is biting Alpha #dont put your finger near someone mouth unless you want to loose it #not entirely human Jango Fett supremacy #good dad jango fett #That board took entirely too much translating but on the bright side I can mostly read Aurebesh now soooo #fix it au #alpha 17 #captain fordo

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des8pudels8kern · 7 months

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Trope:

Your self-sacrificial idiot much respected General is working himself to the bone and refuses to rest. Something something the Force will sustain him. And you are grateful he cares so much about you and your brothers, so grateful, but you also care about him, so you do what any 2IC (who is both stuck in the madness that is this war and at this point certain there is nothing he could do that would cause his General to have him sent back to Kamino) would do - you confer with your chief medic and get a little something-something to put into your General's tea to help him rest.

It works great.

You even get to tuck your General into bed/the vod cuddle pile. All very professionally, of course.

Angsty twist #1:

Apparently your sheltered, pre-war Temple-raised Jedi General has significant enough trauma about Force suppressors that taking away his access to the mythical power he's been abusing as a stimulant doesn't cause him to fall into normal, baseline-human exhausted sleep, as both you and your medic assumed, but rather a very unrestful, flashback-fuelled panic attack you need to contain without hurting him or letting him hurt anyone, kriff kriff kriff.

Angsty twist #2:

Your General stops drinking the tea you give him. Or the food you set down next to his pad on his desk. The snacks you offer during a drawn-out meeting. Even the ration you try to push on him during a lull in a battle that has been going on for too long already.

You try to apologize, but he won't have it, because "I do not blame you that I made the mistake of letting my guard down. Never fear; it won't happen again."

You didn't realise how rare a gift his trust was, and now that you've lost it you don't know how to get it back. All you wanted was for him to get some rest.

The emerging comfort after the hurt:

"I don't know, vod. Have you tried grovelling?"

"I don't think grovelling is gonna cut it."

"Very helpful. What would you do, then?"

"I would never do this to Aayla in the first place!"

"You know, Bly's got a point here."

"..."

"No, no, don't you see: If this is how your General, who managed to survive a decade with Rex' General--"

"Hey!"

"--without losing his mind or his cool, reacts like this, then clearly this isn't equivalent to a nice little sedative that's safe to use on our Jedi, so why do we even have that stuff in the first place?"

"To subdue a Sith?"

"Have you ever met a Sith? None of them are going to accept any food we offer them, and, if you tried to go near them with a dropper full of Force suppressant, they'd probably rip your entire arm off with their teeth, armour or not. The only way to subdue them is to either overpower them through sheer manpower and wrangle cuffs on them, or catch them while they are knocked out, and then you might as well go with the cuffs, too - those don't need reapplying every couple of hours to stay effective."

"Uhm, guys? I just looked up - Cody, I need you to stay calm now - I just looked up chemical force suppression, and all of that stuff is classified at least as a Class II neurological poison and banned in the Republic--"

"Why are our GAR ships stocked with poison that is illegal in the Republic?"

"---because--"

"How did the financing for that pass the Senate?"

"--because of its detrimental effects on the Force user, since it doesn't just block the user's ability but degrades it. Cody. Cody, you need to. Cody. I know. I know, vod."

"..."

"I want it off my ship."

"Pretty sure we all want it off our ships."

"We need a plan."

"Step one: Swear our medics to secrecy and get them to scour medical for every last drop of that stuff and shoot it into the nearest star. Step two: Figure out who put it there in the first place."

#not!fic #commander cody #codywan #obi wan kenobi #i'm having angsty after-work thoughts about blorbo i must be feeling better

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tereox · 8 months

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Warmup #9 - Codywan

Rating: G

Summary: Cuddling with wings is difficult. Cody knows a handy trick.

Notes: Maybe one day I'll write a proper fic with the wing au, for now it's staying in warmup territory ^^

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Cody was used to his wings getting squished. He and every vod enjoyed sleeping in piles, and having their wings laying freely was.. a challenge.

They'd developed stretches to do after sleeping that helped alleviate the ache. They were nice to do even if one's wing hadn't been pinned under another vod for most of the sleep cycle.

Or well, it didn't have to be a vod. He looked over at Obi-Wan who was just starting to wake up. Cody must have wrapped his wings at least partly around both of them while they'd slept, he didn't have another explanation for the position they'd found themselves in. They were both on their sides, an arguably sensible way of sleeping with wings. But the weight of both of them was pressing down on one of Cody's wings.

Obi-Wan buried his face in the soft feathers underneath him and hummed.

Cody smiled and shifted slightly, his feathers ruffling.

Obi-Wan scrunched up his nose and looked over at him, then at the feathers he was laying on. "Oh shit."

Cody tilted his head in askance.

Obi-Wan quickly pushed himself up and Cody winced as his hand pressed down and tugged on his feathers.

"I'm so sorry." Obi-Wan apologised, looking quite like he needed some more sleep.

Cody sat up, arranging his wings behind himself and stretching them out. "What for?"

"I laid on your wing, that must have hurt."

Cody hummed. "I've had multiple vode on them before, I'm used to it."

Obi-Wan blinked after him as he got up to properly stretch. "Ah."

Cody grinned. "Yeah. Vode sleep in piles, you get used to it quick." He slumped in relief when he managed to stretch a crick out of his offended wing. "I should be good to fly again in half an hour."

Incomprehension. "You have got to teach me those stretches."

Cody laughed.

#alternate au #wings #warmup #my fanfiction #codywan #star wars #clone wars #obi-wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #cody x obi wan #fluff

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cc1010fox · 8 months

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Still Young

Rating: PG-13 to R

Pairing: Alpha-18/Fox

Summary: The clones of Alpha-17's ARC training program are now young men, but he still sees them as bright-eyed cadets. He doesn't appreciate that Alpha-18 sees one of them as a young man now, not when he watched him grow up just like Seventeen did.

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The mess hall fell into stunned silence, leaving it quiet enough to hear blood drops splattering against the floor. It echoed to the far end of the room where, cautiously, the clones in the back rose from their benches to ensure their fallen trainer was alright.

When the shock wore off, Alpha-18 caught the bright red droplets in the palm of his hand to spare his group that haunting sound, before he wiped his throbbing mouth on his sleeve. "I probably deserved that..."

"If you ever touch him again, I will kill you," Alpha-17 seethed out through his clenched teeth. He hadn't planned on attacking his fellow Alpha class clone; rage had just taken hold of him.

Eighteen pulled himself up off the floor, smearing it with the evidence of his wounded flesh and pride. "You would do that to your vod?" he challenged.

Seventeen raised his hand, the back of which was as red as their audience's clothing, and pointed at his so-called vod. His voice was low, dangerous. "I would do that for my ad."

That was impossible for a clone to argue against. It was in their genes to treasure their adopted ade. As much as Eighteen wanted to fight, all he could do was respectfully lower his gaze and press his swollen lips into a hard line. He wouldn't argue.

"If I catch you even looking at him again, I will pull my privilege and make sure you never set foot on Kamino again," Seventeen warned. Disgusted with the man he used to proudly call his vod, he turned away from him to the small crowd of worried clones, all of which were looking to him for an answer, all but one, whose back was turned to the fight. "Finish your meals! You have five minutes!"

The panicked shoveling of food into hungry mouths muffled the grumbled words of one CC-1010, named Fox. "Who told?" He was almost certain it was Cody. They were at the top of the program, which put them in competition with one another. There was no doubt in his mind he was jealous he had earned the attention of an Alpha.

His theory was proven wrong, though, when his best friend spoke up confidently. "I did."

Confused, Fox looked to his vod with a furrowed brow. "You, Thire? Why?"

CC-4477 paused in his eating, laying his utensil back on his tray. He didn't dare look at Fox, though, afraid to see the betrayal on his face. "Something felt wrong about it, Fox..."

Contrary to what Thire was afraid of, Fox's expression softened. His best friend wouldn't betray him, he would only help him. Maybe there was something wrong about what had happened between himself and Alpha-18. He was just too excited about it to see it. "Oh..." Feeling confused and anxious, he rested his cheek on his best friend's shoulder. Fox wasn't hungry anymore.

Relieved, Thire wrapped an arm around his batchmate's shoulders and gave his upper arm a comforting squeeze. He hadn't noticed that no one around them had been eating until Cody picked up his utensil again. When he looked up, their vode were eating slowly while sneaking glances at the somber duo, wearing their worry on their faces. Thire couldn't blame them. Even though they had greedily asked for every dirty detail the night before, Seventeen had just made it abundantly clear that what they had heard about was in some way worthy of breaking a bond over. That meant Fox was a victim of something bad.

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That night, Seventeen leaned against the doorframe as he watched his chosen batch sleep. Their cheeks were no longer chubby, their eyes no longer rounded, but they still looked so young to him. They were still his ade. They certainly acted young. Even in that moment, the majority of them had dragged their mattresses onto the floor for a massive bed to cuddle up on in a pile of indistinguishable limbs tangled in blankets.

Fox seemed to be at the center of it, one hand tenderly resting on Thire's head, which was pillowed by his chest, and the other arm comically wrapped around Wolffe's neck in what Seventeen could only describe as an affectionate chokehold. Wolffe was at least getting some semblance of revenge by drooling heavily on Fox's sleeve. That made Seventeen smile.

But only briefly...

He couldn't imagine watching that young man, he had to admit, grow up from a cocky little cadet, the one that had made him snort despite the mischief he had caused, and seeing him as a means to get off. He couldn't imagine looking at his face and not seeing that miniature aspiring celebrity pointing finger guns at him after another effortless high score. He couldn't imagine him on his knees...before him...

Eighteen had watched them all grow up just as Seventeen had. He'd been there at every chance, burning with envy, until his request for his own cadets to train had been granted. Even then, Seventeen had caught him smiling at the cadets that had inspired him to train his own.

So why? Why Fox? Sure, Fox was confident, overconfident at times, and he was undeniably attractive. He didn't just take care of his appearance, he primped himself until the last minute every morning to appeal to his peers, Seventeen mused. That didn't turn Seventeen on, though. That made him proud. Fox was his beautiful ad, the ad he could show off at face value. Why wasn't Eighteen proud? When had he stopped seeing Fox as a cadet and started seeing him as a hole? Had he always just been waiting for Fox to reach maturity so he could have his way with him?

Seventeen's upper lip curled in disgust. The more he thought about it, the more he wondered just how much he could get away with. Jango wouldn't be happy if he pummeled Eighteen into tender chum, but he wouldn't take him off the ARC training program...would he?

Sighing, he ventured into the pile, stepping over and between bodies. When he found himself in the middle, he nudged Fox's side with his foot. The younger clone stirred, but it took another nudge to get him to open his eyes. When he did, he smiled, and that little sleepy smile brought a smile to Seventeen's face. Fox then tucked himself more towards Thire, releasing Wolffe from his death grip, and Alpha-17 took the invitation. Carefully, he molded himself into the space created between Fox and Wolffe, tucking Fox under his arm. He didn't mind the weight on his bicep or how his right arm was going to be dead weight in the morning, not when he knew his ad was safe and warm against him.

#Commander Fox #Alpha-17 #Commander Thire #Commander Wolffe #Commander Cody #Gehat'ik ‖ Prose

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saggitary · 9 months

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Clone Wars + Bad Batch Headcanons

(That I also use in writing)

It's been a while since a headcanon post so here we go

Clone troopers were generally physically affectionate. Hugs, nudges, and hanging off each other constantly.

Most jedi padawans are used to sleeping in groups and constantly rough housing with their crechmates from their time in the crèche so it isn't uncommon for them to be found physically engaging with their troopers (especially in cuddle piles)

All clone troopers are powerful swimmers

Echo and Wrecker hate water because they both have a harder time with swimming. Due to Wrecker's mutation he has a high amount of muscle mass and a very low amount of body fat, meaning he sinks in water. Echo weighs a lot more then he's used to with his metal cybernetics, as well as missing some vital limbs it makes swimming very difficult

Clone troopers picked up mando'a from their trainers, but bastardized it due to their lack of proper language training and the conditions they were raised in

Each battalion has their own even more bastardized version usually mixing in languages their Jedi general speak

Ahsoka loves playing with hair and that is a very specific weakness all clone troopers have. Fives always falls asleep when Ahsoka starts running her hands through his hair.

Back on Kamino when a member of a batch was injured in training, the Kaminoans would allow the squad to visit their injured brother because they believed it helped them be less distracted and improved test scores

When a trooper is injured on the battle field their close brothers usually won't be able to rest until they've visited their vod in the medbay

This habit soon expanded to their Jedi COs as well, much the Jedi's amusement

The 212th was peeved that Ahsoka ended up with the 501st, they thought they were going to get her

The clones do in fact have the “see a lonely child and adopt it” gene and this comes out particularly strong with the Jedi Padawan Commanders

Many of the jedi generals teach their troopers certain hobby skills like knitting, painting, craft, etc to help with stress and what not

Hunter uses a bar of soap to clean his hair while Tup has a 3 step hair routine

The Bad Batch drew many of their plans and strategies from Rex's battle plans and also got many from Echo's (back when he was int he 501st)

Ahsoka taught Cody how to use a lightsaber so next time Obi-Wan drops his he can use it to defend himself and his men

Torrent company compares scars on who's is the coolest

Hardcase as the most scars because heavy class troopers are usually on the front lines

Jesse has the coolest from a run-in with a gundark on a scouting mission

Hardcase refers to Ahsoka as 'sir yes ma'am' or 'ma'am yes sir'

Multiple members of Torrent snuck Ahsoka out to get a tattoo on her 16th birthday

Tech is the only one in the bad batch that snores, and he snores like a freight train

Medics keep cleaning supplies for armor in the medbay in case they are keeping someone in for observation and need to keep them occupied (it also helps keep the medbay clean)

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valkeakuulas · 8 months

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Return prompt! How about 05. ❛ you look like you were jealous. ❜ for Tup/Fives? :)

OK, this was an interesting prompt to write. I had a few different ideas before choosing this one, mostly because I didn't want the story to sound too possessive. Which is why this turned out to be rather soft but with a quick flash of sadness instead of smutty. ^^'''

05. ❛ you look like you were jealous. ❜

Fives relaxed against the squeaky backrest of the bunk-turned-couch, a tumbler containing something orange hanging loosely in his fingers. His drink stayed untouched as Fives' attention was on the pile of troopers lounging on the floor a short distance away from him.

The spot Tup had chosen to sit gave Fives a good angle to see his lover cradling a sleepy Dogma against him, the other trooper having buried his face into Tup's neck.

The pair looked very cute cuddling each other like that but as Fives watched them, his thoughts started to wander to another time and another place.

For a second Dogma was replaced by him and Tup by, well, Echo before Fives shook his head, dispelling the memory. The pain wasn't as bad as it had once been but moments like these still left Fives feeling a little sad.

Sighing, Fives took a sip of his drink.

Well, he took more than just a sip.

The tumbler was nearly empty by the time Fives lowered it and turned his attention back on the vod pile...

... only to startle when he found a smiling Tup standing before him.

"Hey," Tup said, his smile widening.

"Hey," Fives replied, blinking when he suddenly had a lapful of Tup. Fives hastily put the tumbler away, hands coming to rest on the narrow hips.

"You okay? I saw you watching us," the younger trooper asked, nuzzling Fives' temple and pressing a kiss on the tattoo there. Tup arched a little when Fives tightened his hold for a second, their groins brushing together.

It felt nice and Fives did it again, chuckling when Tup's thighs tensed against his.

"Yeah, I'm alright," Fives reassured the other with a small grin as he let his hands slide downwards, palming the round ass. "Why? Did I look like I was not okay?" he asked back as he started to squeeze the soft flesh.

Tup huffed but leaned forward, looping his arms loosely around Fives' neck. "No. Yes. You looked like you were jealous," Tup answered, fingers finding the dark curls and tugging them gently.

Fives had to bite his lip to stop himself from gasping. "Why would I be jealous? It warms my heart to see two hotties cuddling up in a vod pile," he said, the little white lie slipping out so easily.

His hair was tugged again, more firmly, and this time Fives couldn't stop the groan.

"You think you're so cute," Tup commented wryly, pulling Fives' hair until he tilted his head back. "Good thing I think so too," the younger trooper added before pressing their mouths together.

Moaning, Fives tugged Tup closer even as he melted into the kiss. Fives had no trouble ceding the control to his lover, he was more than happy to do so, and the low groan Fives made only spurned Tup.

A sharp bite had him jerking but Tup rode the movement easily, body moving sinuously before settling again firmly into Fives' lap. Sharp, evil teeth captured Fives' bottom lip, tugging and playing with it, leaving Fives whimpering and squirming in his seat.

When Tup finally pulled back, so smug and with the faintest of flushes coloring his cheeks, Fives was panting and rock hard in his blacks.

#silverxsakura #asks #Fives #Tup #Star Wars: The Clone Wars #fanfiction #valkeakuulas writes AKA butchers English grammar #OTP #clone shipping #askbox writing prompts

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sun-roach · 9 months

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Bitter: If it makes you feel better I'll eat a bite. I just dont want her roping me into bringing you another cake, I dont want to leave my stuff unwatched with so many di'kuts around... -he takes a bite of the cake and surprisingly seems fine, then again he drinks bitter caf every morning hard to say if his taste buds are okay or not-

-meanwhile Shriek is trying to think fast, she hadn't expected to get caught that easily or that fast for that matter. She's also outnumbered in their home. They have the advantage.-

Shriek: Uuuh.. look! I brought Sticker back! -she's not throwing him under the speeder but more so trying to show him like one would show a cute innocent tooka kitten- mumbles: buy me some time Sticker? I think my only option left is to hide behind Patcher....

Cuyan watches Bitter eat a slice of cake with dangerous intent, before nodding quietly. Maybe it really is okay. Maybe the prank was not sending bad cake. He grumbles and takes the cake in his hands.

Sticker looks with big dark tooka eyes at Strife, Stitch and Redd, who returned to the kitchen to try another sip from the mac and cheese cheese water.

Stitch smiles immediately and waves at his brother.

Redd crosses his arms and grins.

Strife shakes his head and steps closer.

Suddenly the Sergeant gets tackled down by Sticker.

Before Strife can shove the young arc off of him, Redd and Stitch flop down on top of them, both hugging Sticker tight. They had missed their brother.

Sticker grins with success and looks towards Shriek.

It takes a while for Strife to free himself from the cuddle pie. Hopefully Shriek gets to Patcher before Strife reaches her.

#oc: shriek #oc: bitter #crystal’s oc #sw oc #oc: sticker #oc: strife #oc: cuyan #oc: redd #oc: stitch #rainbow squad #oc: patcher #tcw #sw tcw #star wars #thxuuuu crystal😂🧡#meanwhile cuyan enjoys his cake

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ninjigma · 2 years

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Part 2/6 - Previous / Next

Track: 'Roaring 20s' - Panic! At The Disco

3: I have decided on my name. 3: When you are all here I will change it

2: Wait! 2: I would like to guess

3: Guess?

4: Oh yeah! Treble never gave us a chance

6: Did you really think he could be patient enough for that?

Treble: I can be patient!

4: When you're dead maybe

Treble: Why do you hate me so vod?

3: Are you gonna guess or can I change it?

1: It's Thunder.

3: WHAT 3: HOW

4: Wait is that it??

2: Noooooo

Treble: 1 how do you do it? Are you actually a jetii?

2: It can't be! I never even had a chance to think 2: There's no way 1 got that already

6: And yet... This is 1 we are talking about...

3 has changed 3 name to Thunder

Thunder: But seriously Thunder: How. How 1.

4: THAT IS REALLY IT

1: Well, we all enjoyed the rains on Kamino for their familiarity and such, but you would've lived in the torrential downpours given the chance. 1: Except you insisted you hated how hard it was to then dry your under suits, how slippery it would all be, and how the rain hindered your sights piloting, so there had to be something else worth standing in the rain for.

2: But how did you get Thunder??

1: Because just Clouds seems weird and Lightening seems more like something Treble would use.

Treble: Why is it always me?

6: Because it always IS you

Treble: ...

4: He's a pilot though 4: It could have been anything weather related. Or even just space or sky

1: I don't know. 1: You said guess. I'm sorry I ruined it.

Treble: What no!

2: Woah hey you didn't ruin it

Thunder: Don't you dare, they're all just jealous

4: No no I was just in awe you got it. I'm sorry 1

6: Is something else wrong 1?

1: No no! Everything is totally fine. 1: I just should've let all of you guess first I suppose, because I honestly can't think of any other name for you Thunder. The rumble of a storm about to break, the sound of a ship powering to life, the way you growl when you spar or rumble when you laugh and it seems to vibrate through you. 1: You're just a consistent strength. My vod'ika that would face any storm with the stubbornness of someone who has already flown worse.

Thunder: Kriff 1 stop that Thunder: Commander Wolffe looks like he's about to ask me what's wrong and how am I supposed to tell him it's just my vod about to make me cry over a stupid name

2: It's not stupid! Everything 1 said is absolutely true!

6: I can't think of any other name either. It's perfect Thunder.

Treble: It even accents your snoring!

4: Hahahaha!

Thunder: Treble I swear

6: Is he wrong though?

Thunder: I am sitting on all of you when I see you again

Treble: Yayyyy! Cuddle pile!

#another introduction #feel free to say hello #is that a hint of plot?#clone trooper thunder #my ocs #clone wars #promise squad #promise au #my writing #chat fic #my art

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matchademi · 7 months

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Falls is walking away from where the medics have finally let him go from the cuddles, but on his way out he is once again taken for yet more cuddles by the Kit’ikas. Before he can even get a word in edgewise, they already have him once again in the middle of a vode pile. Vixen has Dogma sandwiched between her and Falls with Steeljaw and Arcane on the other side, letting Falls know he’s not going anywhere for a whiiiiile. They are cuddling with their vod and won’t give him back (not for a while at least) Arcane is actually asleep for once too

Falls huffs a bit, trying not to laugh. He flicks Vixen and floofs up Steeljaws hair before smiling softly at Arcane. He cuddles closer to Dogma, grabbing his Vod'ikas hand and plops it on his head. His hair is down, showing his hair patches that he usually tries to hide. He once again makes sure he his touching all his vode before relaxing and starts very quietly bickering with Vixen. He isn't tired anymore, so he just lays back and enjoys his time with his vode (15 minutes later, Falls, in fact, dozes off again anyone playing with his hair will knock him OUT)

#THE BABIS GET CUDDLES #clone medic falls #oc: vixen #oc:steeljaw #oc:arcane #clone trooper dogma #star wars #the clone wars #clone trooper oc #clone medic oc #corrie guard #tempest’s ocs

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eyayah-oya · 3 years

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Nothing Better than a Hug

I realized that I never actually shared this. It’s really short, and it’s based on one of @leeleebee‘s art pieces posted on twitter here (it’s sfw, don’t worry). Just Rex and Cody cuddling. (I couldn’t find it on tumblr, so I only have the tweet)

Prompted by a friend

Cody hadn't even realized that the 501st had docked with the Negotiator until his door slid open and Rex stumbled in. He shed his shell as fast as he could without actually flinging each piece of armor across the room, and sighed with relief as soon as it was all off and stacked neatly. "I thought you weren't arriving until tomorrow morning," Cody said with a raised eyebrow. Rex groaned. "I am never leaving Anakin alone with my engineers and the hyperdrive technicians again. I didn't even know Venators could go that fast. If the Resolute happens to blow up mid jump, you can blame Anakin for my death." Cody huffed an amused chuckle and rolled his eyes. Torrent got all the crazy ones. At least the crazy ones that liked to go fast and set things on fire. Rex slumped over to his bunk and slithered under Cody's arm until he was tucked up tight and close to his chest. "Ponds would be jealous." "I'll make sure to spar him when I see him next," Rex mumbled. He grinned up at Cody. "See how long it takes me to escape his holds this time." Cody shook his head. "Vod'ika, you have never once escaped one of his holds and that is never going to change. You may fool every one else, but I know you like giving Ponds a hug just as much as he likes grappling you down into a cuddle." "Slander and lies," Rex quipped back. "Now shut up. I haven't slept at all since we jumped--I was too scared the Venator would rattle apart under our feet." "You came into my quarters," Cody pointed out. "They were your quarters. Now they're our quarters. And that means quiet time when I'm trying to sleep." Cody shook his head with a grin but threw his leg over Rex's to keep him from rolling off the bunk and let his baby brother settle down against his chest. Brothers were an absolute pain, but Cody would not trade them for anything. Nor would he trade this time with Rex for anything.

@justasigh37 you wanted to be tagged ;)

#captain rex #commander cody #could be seen as shippy #or just platonic #soft #cuddles #vod pile #but only of two

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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Uhh for the prompt meme, 3 & 13 gives me Anakin and the Jedi Babies vibes, so Jango or Jaster & Anakin or Soka or Ben maybe?

390 Prompts!!!! 3. “Am I supposed to be scared of you?” 13. “BOOM! That oughta show you not to mess with me!”

IDK if I’ll get the actual line in but I’ve been meaning to write a bit about Jango and Sokanth, at minimum. Jango is just barely fifteen, Soka is two. She has very vague memories of her teen self.

EDIT: I GOT THE LINE IN

Objectively, Jango’s main connection to Anakin Skywalker should have been professional.

It wasn’t.

Jango hadn’t been one of the soldiers to bring in the little family. He’d heard about it after they’d already been taken to medical, arrived just in time to see them muttering about how fancy the prosthetic arm was as they removed it--frostbite risk, they said--and stripping the Jedi of his sodden robes. The man was only a few years older than Jango, and covered in battle scars. Attractive, maybe, but Jango wouldn’t be able to even think of that until he wasn’t staring at blue lips on a half-dead face.

“How did he know we were here?” he asks his father, stepping up beside the man at the overlarge window of the ‘secure’ medical room, and receiving half a glance in response.

“He didn’t,” Jaster says, looking supremely unhappy with the entire situation. “Had no idea who I was, when he saw me.”

“He talked to you?”

“For about five seconds before he passed out.” Jaster smiles, thin and grim. “We found an Ident card. It’s got a name, a few details that don’t make sense... we think it might have been prepared for a long-term mission in system with a non-standard calendar; the dates are in the future if we assume it’s Republic.”

“Weird,” Jango mutters. “He doesn’t look much like a Jedi.”

“Adi’ka, you’ve never met a Jedi,” Jaster scoffs, cuffing him on the shoulder.

“Jedi don’t wear black leather,” Jango argues, glancing at the nearest pile of cloth.

Jaster rolls his eyes. “He had four lightsabers on him, if that’s what you’re looking to ask.”

“Haran.” Jango whistles lowly, impressed despite himself. “What’d he need that many for?”

“The brown robes were too short for him,” Jaster says, voice not quite loud enough to carry. “And the other set were fit for a female youngling, even shorter.”

He hadn’t been alone.

And now he was.

“Bodies?” Jango asks.

“None dead,” Jaster says. “And the living are... far too young to match up.”

He gestures, and Jango belatedly sees the tiny, tiny things in cribs to the side.

Jango swears, quiet and angry. He’d heard there were children, but he hadn’t expected anyone quite that small.

Jaster takes the cursing in stride. “They’re estimating the human at six months. Togruta’s maybe two years. Jedi was damn near dead when they found him, but the kids seem fine. Medics are guessing it’s something to do with the Force, because neither of them were even that cold.”

“Any idea how he knows them?”

“Nothing yet, just that he cares about them like they’re his own,” Jaster says. “Scouting party claimed he said they were family. Even used Mando’a, called them aliit. We’re going to keep them together until we know more. No use accidentally enraging a Jedi by separating him from family, if that’s what they are. The Togruta seems to know him, at least.”

“I thought Jedi weren’t supposed to have families.”

“You also thought Jedi weren’t supposed to wear black leather.”

Jango huffs and turns away from his father, focusing in on how the medics are starting to pack in blankets on the man’s chest while they get to work on the thigh wound. It looks already cauterized, maybe a blaster, but that can still get infected damned easily. Jango’s seen it happen before.

“Can the togruta talk yet?”

“Only enough to ask for her... carer?” Jaster hazards. “She refers to him as ‘Skyguy’ and it’s been pretty much the only word she’s said that isn’t gibberish.”

Jango almost asks if they’re sure it’s not just Togruti.

Even as he watches the area below, the toddler starts crying. A few of the medics dart glances over, but they're busy with the adult. The crying starts increasing in pitch, heading to dangerous territory, and a number of people abruptly remember that a Togruta's cry is much more likely to destroy eardrums than a human child's.

Jango hesitates, but turns from his father and heads for the door. Nobody comments.

Jango slips into the room as quietly as a teenager in most of a beskar kit can, and goes over to the cribs that have been hastily set up. The human infant is quiet, blinking sleepily and furrowing their little brow, but the toddler has gotten to her feet, clinging to the bars and screaming her little head off. He stops in front of her and... tries to figure out what to do.

"Weks?"

He has no idea if that's a word. She's stopped screaming at least, is just rubbing her eyes free of tears and peering up at him. She hiccups.

"Hi," he says, unsure of what else to do.

"No weks," she seemingly decides, and her lip trembles. Kriff. "Obi-obi?"

"I don't know what you're saying," he tells her, but offers a hand that she immediately grabs for. "Do you know Basic?"

"Ya!" she cheers, and then starts trying to climb out of the crib. Jango panics and picks her up, because he's pretty sure this might be a Jedi baby, and if it's a Jedi baby, then what if she can float? He can't deal with an upset, floating baby. Better he just pick her up.

"Hi," he repeats, still unsure of what to do with this small child. She frowns at him, deep in thought, and pats at his face like she's trying to figure it out. "What are you--"

"Shi-ny," she suddenly insists. "Like Tup."

He has no idea what she's trying to say. "Sure."

She frowns harder at him, and then leans forward and drops her head against his beskar, seemingly unaware of how uncomfortable it's going to be. "Shiny. Weks 'n' Cody 'n' Echo 'n' vod."

"You don't even know my name," Jango says, panicking a little. "You can't call me vod."

"Shhhh now," she says, patting blindly at his mouth. He tries to crane his head away. He mostly fails. "Sleepy."

"Wh--okay," he decides. Sure. If it keeps her quiet, sure. He goes to sit down, and she immediately turns and tries to grab for her... fellow child? He has no idea what they are to each other.

"No!"

"Okay, okay, we can stay with the other baby!" Jango assures her, trying to bounce her up and down like he's seen new parents do, looking frantically for a chair to pull over. "I'm going to get a chair and we'll come right back, okay?"

She looks up at him, tears gathering. "Pwomise?"

"Uh, yeah, I promise."

He lets her bury her face back against his chest, and quickly grabs the nearest chair and drags it over to the cribs. He ignores the medics for the most part, just focuses on holding the toddler that he has, mostly against his own will, become temporarily responsible for. "Do you have a name?"

She just whines and cuddles closer. He sighs.

"Well, I'm Jango. So, you don't have to call me that other stuff." He moves a hand to pull her away from where she's about to topple off his lap. She grabs for it and pulls it to her face, apparently forgetting that she'd just declared herself sleepy. She examines the glove in fascination. "Please definitely don't call me vod. You have people here, and I just met you. Wait for your, uh, Skyguy? Wait for your Skyguy to wake up."

She bites his fingers. He pulls his hand away, swearing under his breath and panicking just a little. "Don't put that in your mouth, do you have any idea where my gloves have been?"

She bares her teeth at him and growls. Given that her teeth are barely more than nubs, this doesn't do much. "Am I supposed to be scared of you?"

"Ya!"

"I am not."

She pouts and whines and throws herself back against the beskar, causing a thunking noise as her montral hits the plate. She does not seem perturbed by the collision, just twists somehow closer and sticks her thumb in her mouth.

That is... also probably covered in germs. He looks over at the crib, spots a pacifier, and awkwardly leans to grab it without dropping the toddler in his lap or standing up and making it harder for her to start falling asleep again. There's a little togruta on it, which he figures means it's not going to be a choking hazard for non-human teeth. "Here, chew this instead."

She makes a curious noise and lifts her head. She wrinkles her nose at the pacifier, and then looks up at him. "Jan-Jan, no."

"Wh--you know what, no, you're a kid, I can't get angry at you for getting my name wrong," he sighs. "Take the pacifier, it's cleaner than your hand."

"No!"

"Please?" He tries.

She glares at him a little harder and then huffs. "Kay. Cuz shiny."

He still has no idea what that means, but if it gets her to fall asleep with this thing in her mouth instead of her dubiously-clean hand, he's fine with it.

(When he learns what shiny means, he will be much less fine with it.)

(It'll be far too late by that point, of course.)

#Ahsoka Tano #Jango Fett #Jaster Mereel #time travel #de aging #star wars #anakin and the jedi babies #Phoenix Answers Memes #Phoenix Posts #if you're wondering 'wait doesn't she NOT recognize him later?'#the answer is that she's literally a toddler and not great at memory

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bun-ika · 2 years

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For @photowizard17 and @yikes-00 who requested Fives and Echo back to back, and armor swap.

Rex called upon the twins in the early hours of the morning during what was supposed to be off time for the tired soldiers of the 501st. Unfortunately war waited for no one, and one by one the clone pile disassembled in shades of grumpy voices, disgruntled at the sudden mission.

Having it been off time for the troops, armor had been casted aside, and a few clones had even taken to wearing their own sleepwear (Hardcase sported a lovely pair of tropical boxers, while Kix and Jesse had somehow managed to find matching ewok pajama pants). Absolutely not regulation. Fives and Echo were among the last to pull themselves from the sleepy cuddle pile (long ago the troops had found sleeping as a group was much more comforting to their anxieties than apart), having just went to bed a few hours before. Echo struggled with his blacks, tugging them on before swearing under his breath, tugging his sleep shirt off before trying to don the garments again. By his side as always, Fives stripped off his own shirt, something he had managed to get into the barracks from their travels. There was a cartoonish image of a steaming cup of caf with lettering reading "hotter than you" around the steam. After several minutes of strapping on worn in armor and pulling on boots, the troopers found themselves loaded in a dropping before they could find time to begin yawning.

In the middle of battle as things went sideways as they so often do, Fives and Echo found themselves with their backs pressed close together as shots buzzed past the duo, nipping at plastoid armor and singing what black material was underneath. Out of the corner of his tired eyes, Echo glanced back at his brother before doing a double take at Rex's handprint parked clearly on his brother's chest. Sparing a moment to look down at his front, a pang of alarm wrang through Echo as he looked back at his vod, clear as day in a striped helmet and blue handprinted chest. It was like looking in a mirror, only, his own chest was frighteningly bare. "Are you wearing my armor?" Fives looked back at him between shots, looking his twin up and down.

"I guess I am. We really are twins." Echo laugher through his brother's helmet before launching another shot into a clanker's frame.

"Wha'dya know..." behind the bucket, he smiled.

#the clone wars #the clones #rex #star wars the bad batch #arc trooper jesse #echo #star wars #echo x reader #bad batch fanfic #fives my beloved #clone trooper fives #clone trooper #arc trooper echo #domino squad

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mwolf0epsilon · 2 years

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What if Echo just started randomly crying because if Tup's influence and the rest of the Bad Batch freaks out. They do not know what to do. Maybe leading to the discovery of Tup and Fives?

At some point the Batch is going to notice that something is off about Echo's recent behaviour.

Tech initially assumes it's a minor computer virus that Echo will eventually work through, since he's a lot more complex than a droid or computer terminal. But when Echo just keeps acting strangely, he starts getting worried.

Hunter knows it's bad if Tech starts getting concerned, so he keeps a closer eye on Echo to make sure he doesn't deteriorate. He's not sure what exactly he's looking for, but protective instincts are hard to ignore when you notice your more responsible older brother acting like a different person.

Wrecker and Omega both try to get Echo to rest since he's not feeling like himself. Maybe even try to offer distractions, like treats that he can actually indulge in, vod piles, a cuddle with Lula, and dumb holo films that make no sense.

Crosshair points out the blackouts are awfully specific and that they should consider the fact Echo might be compromised. By what, he's not sure yet since he hasn't displayed any aggression towards them, but it's an option that SHOULD be considered considering the nature of Echo's cybernetics and the fact it's not the first time someone's used his mind against his brothers.

And then the emotional projection starts!

Tup starts emitting his distress so loudly that it causes Echo to start crying at inappropriate times (which is already a red flag because like Crosshair, Echo doesn't like crying in public). Fives projects his frustration at feeling trapped which in turn causes Echo to become very snappy (Echo does tell them off for being idiots at times, but he doesn't snap at them for no reason).

And then the grand finale: Fives takes over, realises he highjacked Echo, and now doesn't know how to switch back because he's also distressed by this knowledge. Which means he's stuck at the wheel while Tup freaks out and Echo just sits there somewhere at the back of his own mind equally freaked out.

The Bad Batch panics. Who are you and what did you do to Echo? What do you mean your name is Fives and you're Echo's lost batch mate? What do you mean there's another person in there with you?? What do you mean you don't know how to get Echo back??!

Time to call Rex!

#star wars #the clone wars #the bad batch #ai tup and fives au #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #clone trooper tup #sargeant hunter #tech #wrecker #omega #crosshair #Gaeasun

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