#;; musings {niner}

[revengexdriven]

;; ...man, playing FO4 as Niner is funny as hell because getting to Nuka-World is just hilarious. This woman has no fucking idea what's going on. She got on a train thinking she could help a guy save his friends and then got roped into a hellish labyrinth beyond her comprehension and is basically in tears the entire time. Some old grimy guy ropes her into killing his boss and then makes her the new boss. She does not know what the fuck she is doing. No one here knows her name. She has been fighting for her life since day fucking one. She is surrounded by raiders and none of the captives believe her when she says she just wants to help. She's the only one here who knows how to use a computer. She still doesn't know how to read a fucking clock

[wanderinginksplot-writes]

Clone Trooper Rambles

Part journaling exercise, part character study, part playing imaginary friends with clone troopers.

Warnings: Arguments, Fives giving off irritating little brother vibes, threats.

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Commando

“Ahh, finally some representation!” Fi crowed, beaming at me.

Sev glanced over, frowning when he saw the shirt I was wearing. “What are you talking about, di’kut? That’s a white commando helmet. You and the rest of Omega wear that ridiculous black armor.”

“That armor has saved our shebs more times than we can count,” Niner told him.

“Yeah?” Scorch asked, eyes dancing. “How did it work out for you on that snow planet?”

“That isn’t the point,” Fi brushed off. “Point is, it’s clearly stylized. It’s supposed to be a negative image. Black armor on a white background.”

“Just like you on that snow planet,” Boss said casually. 

“So you agree the picture on her shirt is of us.” Darman hadn’t even been in the room last time I checked, but he was suddenly there and sounding victorious. 

I shook my head at the argument and kept working my way through the dirty dishes in the sink. And yet, my shoulders felt suddenly tight with tension when Fives walked in and made a disgusted noise in my direction. 

“Ugh, a commando helmet?” he asked, not bothering to disguise his disdain. “Why? Got bored representing the better half of the GAR?” 

“Better?” various commandos demanded. 

“Half?” I repeated. That seemed like a severe overstatement from what I knew about the GAR. 

“No offense,” Fives told everyone, giving his most offensive look around the room. “It’s just… well, you know. Commandos are bred that way. ARC troopers are the ones who distinguished themselves in battle. We earn our specialties.” 

“You wouldn’t last a day as a commando,” Sev snapped. 

Fives shrugged. “Yeah, I’ve heard you can die of boredom.” 

Sev snarled and Boss didn’t look particularly motivated to hold him back from the now-smirking Fives. 

Fixer stepped slightly in front of his squad-mate. It seemed like the only concession anyone was willing to offer. “Commandos get more training than any ARC. It’s different from the ground up. ARCs are standard troopers who happened to think fast enough not to be killed. Commandos are trained to think differently all of the time.” 

“We’re Kamino’s most advanced group of troopers,” Atin expanded for Fives. “You’re basically a standard trooper with a skirt and a chip on your shoulder.”

“Skirt?” Fives demanded, finally sounding less than thrilled. 

“Hey, a commando shirt,” Wrecker commented, coming inside from his most recent guard shift. He looked utterly bewildered by the way everyone turned on him, snarling. I gestured frantically for him to stop talking or just leave, but Wrecker was busy staring around the room and trying to figure out what had happened. 

“You got something to add about commandos?” Scorch asked, his smile a bit too sharp for my comfort.

Interestingly, Wrecker and the rest of the Bad Batch were kind of commandos, I mused. They had certainly gotten less intense training than the earlier squads like Delta and Omega, but technically…

“Nope, nothin’ at all,” Wrecker demurred, holding his hands up as he walked out of the room. 

Smart man. 

“I’m just saying,” Fives started, “this argument is pretty even with just me representing the ARCs. That’s a pretty clear sign in my favor.” 

“The only sign is that the ARC training program takes troopers who are a few screws short of a gunship,” Atin muttered loudly. 

Stomping footsteps from the front door sounded their slow, ponderous way into the kitchen. I glanced over in time to watch Alpha-17 round the corner. He seemed to pick up on the tension in the air, staring around the room with displeasure written across his scarred face. “Whatever osik you’re all going on about, keep it to yourselves. I don’t have enough patience to pretend to care.” 

The commandos dispersed, throwing dark looks and muttered complaints in Fives’ direction. For his part, Fives stood beaming at Alpha as he settled into a chair across the counter from where I was washing dishes. 

“Fives, what are you staring at?” Alpha demanded. Without waiting for an answer, he added, “Kark off. I’m tired of looking at you.” 

“Yes, sir, Captain,” Fives agreed immediately, rushing off. 

Alpha and I sat in silence for a long moment before I lifted a brow at him. “It’s like you could smell the trouble.” 

Alpha snorted, lifting his arm to show you the comlink attached to his vambrace. “Echo told me what was going on. Figured I’d put a stop to it before they got too wrapped up in themselves.” 

“Ah.” I thought about that as I set a dish on the drying rack. “You may have been a few minutes too late for that.” 

“Did anyone throw a punch?” he asked. When I shook my head, Alpha said, “Then I was on time. If it happens again, kick ‘em out of the house. I know you can do that. May as well use it now and then.” 

“At least it was a good distraction from the dishes,” I said mournfully, looking at the stack I still had yet to clean. 

Alpha gave me an exasperated look. “You have access to years of music and podcasts on that phone. That has to be more entertaining than trooper drama.” 

“Depends on the drama,” I countered, grinning as Alpha rolled his eyes.

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Author's Note - This was just a silly one as I worked on characterization for the different commando groups and how they would interact with the ARCs. But it makes me smile when I read it, so here you go!

[kaminocasey]

In the Moonlight

Summary: You accidentally let it slip you "Used to" have feelings for Niner. Your partner Fi doesn't seem so bothered by it.

Pairing: Niner x Reader x Fi (Clones from Omega Squad in the Republic Commando Series)

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; SMUT, Angst, drinking, threesome (mfm) (no clonecest), unprotected p in v (wrap it up, friends), oral (f and m receiving)

WC: 3.8K

A/N: My love for Omega Squad is unreal. Seriously. These books are incredible. Listened to the song "Moonlight" by Kali Uchis while writing it. I realize that not a lot of people aren’t gonna know the Republic Commando boys and that's okay, I just strongly urge you to read them bc they're literally SO good.

“Cyar’ika… Please come back.” Niner’s deep voice is behind you, following you out of 79s.

Your chest tightens at the term of endearment, but you ignore him, knowing that if you look at him… at those big brown eyes… you’ll end up cracking… and breaking… You should’ve known better than to get drunk with Niner�� that’s on you.

“Get back here now.” He practically commands you.

“Or what?” You spit back, continuing to walk away. 

You definitely weren’t expecting his fingers around your wrist. And you definitely weren’t expecting him to spin you around and pull you against his chest, only to gently grab your chin to look up at him. It’s too close… It’s too intimate… It’s too much. The flutter in your stomach is too much.

“You really don’t like to listen, do you?” He muses.

You shrug, jerking your chin away from his strong fingers. “Let go of me.”

It’s a warning. With a sigh, he releases you. 

“I wish you’d just talk to me…” He murmurs. 

You couldn’t talk to him… Not when you felt like this. Not when he feels like this. You start to walk away again, not wanting to stick around to talk. 

“You need to tell Fi.” He calls out. 

Like hell you did. “Kiss my ass, sarge.” 

When you get in the cab, you head back to the barracks, knowing you’re definitely not going to be able to sleep now. 

You’d drunkenly, and stupidly you might add, told Niner that you’d wanted him first… when you first became a pilot. He was who you wanted. But he was distant and weary of you, so you eventually just let it go. You let him go. Or so you thought…

Fi had taken an instant interest in you, always flirting and teasing. How could you say no? You fell pretty quick for Fi. But there was always that little tiny part in the back of your head that just couldn’t let Niner go. 

“You’re back.” Fi looks up from his bunk, delighted, the blue glow of his datapad lighting up his handsome face. “Did you and Sarge have a good time?”

You wordlessly crawl over him in between him and the wall, snuggling into his side. “Too tired…”

He chuckles, placing a soft, sweet kiss to your forehead. “Well, we can talk about it in the morning.”

“Don’t want to.” You accidentally let slip out. 

You dummy… Why couldn’t you have just said goodnight?

“What? Why?” He tosses his datapad to the end of the bunk and looks down at you. “Did something happen?”

You hear the door open and Fi turns his head, finding Niner strolling in. He must’ve gotten a cab right after you. You try to look away, but Fi catches on.

You’re grateful right then that Darman and Atin are gone, doing who knows what for the night.

“What happened?” Fi asks Niner.

“Did you tell him?” Niner asks, thinking that the answer is going to be yes.

“No.” You groan, hiding your face behind your hands.

“I used to like you, you know.” You chuckle.

Niner’s eyebrows raise up. “Did you?”

“I did.” You nod. 

“But Fi-”

“Before Fi… it was you.” You murmur, taking a sip of your drink. 

“I had an inkling.” He apologizes in a way.

“Oh. Great.” You shrug.

“Why didn’t you say-”

“Because I thought you didn’t approve of me… I was a pilot and not a clone and you weren’t the most warm person…”

“Fi was.”

You nod. Fi was the most warm. Still is.

“I’m sorry… if I could-” He murmurs.

“Don’t…” You whisper, shaking your head, unable to look at him. 

“If I could, I would do something about it.” He continues anyway.

You look at him now. “Like get rid of me?”

He smiles, softly. “Like tell you that I love you, too.” 

You nearly drop your drink, confused. Love? Why would he say this now, knowing that your heart lies with Fi… with his vode? 

Angrily, you get up and start toward the door, leaving the bar. Walking away from him… 

Fi looks between you and Niner, eyes begging for someone to tell him what’s going on. How are you supposed to tell the love of your life that you were in love with his brother before him? What if he thinks that you only chose him as a backup when that’s not what happened at all? What if he doesn’t look at you the same way again? Are you prepared to lose Fi? The answer is no. But the look on his face is so heartbreaking that you know that you just can’t lie to him.

“I…” You start, quietly, sitting up on the edge of the bunk, looking up at Fi. 

Why would Niner do this to you? Why would he put you in this position?

Because he loves you and he knows that you still love him… 

Fi kneels down beside you, looking at you, softly. “Cyar’ika… you know you can tell me anything.” 

“I know…” You nod, trying to breathe. 

Fi hands you a canteen with water in it and you take a sip and then a large gulp, just trying to figure out what to say. Honestly, the moment is incredibly sobering.

You sit the canteen down on the floor and look at Niner, who’s sitting in his bunk across from Fi’s. “Before I fell in love with you… I was in love with Niner…”

Fi lets a chuckle slip and you look up at him with furrowed brows. “I already know this. The whole squad knows this.” 

Well, that’s embarrassing.

“A part of me… still does.” You murmur. “Love him, that is… And he loves me too…”

“Is that what this is about? You scared me… I thought something serious happened.” Fi kisses you on the forehead and sits next to you. 

“You’re not angry?” You ask him, confused.

“Of course not.” He rests an arm around your shoulders, pulling you to him and then looking up at Niner. “I’m honestly surprised it took you this long to tell her, Sarge.”

“I don’t understand…” You pull away to look at him. 

“You still love me, right?” Fi smiles.

“Of course.” You nod. “More than anything.”

“And you love Sarge, here, too.” Fi’s smile doesn’t falter even a little bit.

This is the most confusing night of your life. 

“Right…” You murmur, looking over at Niner and find that he’s actually smiling at you.

Your chest tightens at the sight.

“So… we share you…?” Fi suggests, looking between you and Niner.

Your eyes return to your partner. 

“You’d really be okay with that?” You ask him.

“We’re vode… we’ve probably shared worse.” Fi chuckles.

That’s both somehow endearing and gross. 

“There’s no probably about it. We definitely have.” Niner chuckles.

Fi smirks and then looks at you again. “If that’s something you want, then I’m alright with it. All I want is for you to be happy, cyar’ika.” 

Fi would do anything for you. There’s no question about it. He’s absolutely the love of your life. Your whole world. But it still felt like something was missing. 

You suppose that something is Niner.

Squeezing Fi’s hand, you lean over and kiss him. He smiles sweetly when you pull away and then looks over at Niner. 

“Well, what do you say, Sarge?” He asks.

“I’m grateful to even be in your presence.” Niner smiles brightly at you and your chest tightens again. 

Fi nods for Niner to go to you and when your sergeant slides off his bunk, settling between your legs, your breath hitches in your throat. 

“Is… this okay?” Niner murmurs.

When you nod, he slides his warm calloused hands over your bare thighs, your dress sliding up slightly. Niner takes notice and looks like he’s really holding back. Looking over at Fi one more time for a confirmation that he’s truly okay with this, you hold yourself back from touching the man on his knees in front of you.

“Go on, cyare. It’s alright.” He lets you go and leans against the bunk post to watch you with nonjudgmental eyes. 

You turn back toward your sergeant and smile down at him as you slowly cup his face, memorizing each detail and scar to memory. The way that his eyes follow yours until they settle on your lips. He waits for you to lean in, something completely unlike Niner, who usually is a first move kind of guy. 

His hands never leave your thighs as you lean in slowly, brushing your lips against his, making his eyes flutter shut. He lets out the softest sigh, and it’s clear to you that he really and truly wants this. He wants you. 

Your hands slide into his hair, tugging ever so slightly, enough to make him moan. Unable to help but smirk against his lips, you tug again and his grip on your thighs tightens. 

“Careful, mesh’la.” Niner warns you, opening his eyes to slide his hands up to your hips. 

Letting out a soft laugh, you look back over at Fi who’s smiling kindly at you. There really is no jealousy inside of him, is there? How could one person be so kind and loving? 

You reach over for Fi’s black shirt, grabbing the fabric and pulling him to you so that he crushes his lips against, his hands automatically finding your hair and pulling your face closer. 

When you feel Niner’s lips on your neck, you melt instantly, groaning against Fi’s mouth. How is this real? How could you be this lucky? 

Niner’s mouth travels down quickly to your lap. “Lay back, sweetheart.” 

Fi guides you down to the bed but you can’t help but want to watch what Niner’s about to do to you, so you prop yourself up on your elbows, making eye contact with you. He grins immediately, taking his shirt off. 

“Truly not good at listening.” Niner playfully shakes his head.

You guide him back to you with your foot. “You already knew this, Sarge.”

“You have no fucking idea what it does to me when you call me ‘sarge’.” He groans.

“Ew. I call you ‘sarge’.” Fi teases.

Niner shoots Fi a silencing look and then pulls your underwear down, tossing them to the floor and then pushes your dress up. You’re eternally grateful that Darman is with Etain and Atin is with Laseema right then.  

“Take her dress off, Fi.” Niner commands him. 

Fi listens and helps you out of your dress, slipping it over your body and then dropping it to the floor. Niner groans softly at the sight of you and an instant boost of confidence washes over you so you sit up and pull Niner in for a kiss. 

“Pretty girl.” Niner whispers against your lips. 

With a soft whimper against his lips, you run your hands through his hair, pulling him as close as possible. 

“Already fucking addicted to your taste.” He groans.

“Wait til you taste her pussy.” You could hear Fi’s smirk as he talks. 

You look back at him and laugh. Fi sits up to kiss you again and Niner palms your breasts, squeezing and groping you in all the right places, making you whine with need. 

“I think I will.” Niner pulls your lower half down to his mouth and kisses your inner thigh, making you gasp into Fi’s mouth. 

You feel Niner’s warm breath flutter over your already wet warmth, knowing that this man could only be perfect at eating pussy. You still can’t fully comprehend how you got here, in between the two men you love. 

“You alright, cyar’ika?” Niner checks in before going further. 

“Perfect.” You pull away from Fi to promise him, smiling. 

He licks a warm wet stripe up your folds and your hand automatically flies to Niner’s hair again as you groan loudly. He chuckles softly and you glance down at him. 

“Don’t you laugh at me.” You huff, breathlessly.

“Not laughing at you, sweetheart. I’m laughing because Fi was right.” He squeezes your thighs on either side of his head. “You taste fucking incredible.”

“I’m always right, actually.” Fi grins widely at you and you grip his shirt as Niner licks into your desperate cunt, building up your orgasm, already threatening to send you over the edge. 

You’ve waited so long for this. You need it to last longer.

“Niner… stop. I’m gonna cum…” You whimper, trying to pull away.

Niner looks up at Fi, confused. “She normally want you to stop so she doesn’t cum?” 

Fi shakes his head, just as confused as Niner is. 

“What’s wrong, cyare?” Fi, brushes his lips against your bare shoulder.

You’re shaking slightly from the nerves of it all. “Nothing… I just… I want to cum a certain way with you, Niner…” 

“Oh, sweetheart.” Niner brushes his fingers gently across your cheek, smiling up at you. “Lead the way.”

You pull him up on the bed with you and Fi and Fi moves to the end of the bed to give you and Niner a little space, clearly happy to watch. You guide Niner down onto his back, his head hitting your pillow. His eyes flutter shut as he breathes in.

“I guess now it’s my turn to ask if you’re okay?” You tease, straddling his lap and running your fingers down his bare chest. 

His hands find your bare hips, digging into your soft flesh. “I’m great. Your pillow just smells like you and it really hit me.” 

Maker, he’s so sweet when he wants to be. You lean down and kiss him again, both of you moaning softly against each other. He reaches around you and pulls his hardened length out of his pants, and you can’t help but sneak a look, raising your eyebrows at the sheer girth of him. You’d expect nothing less from Niner. 

“Fuck…” You whisper and then look back at his face.

“You sure you wanna be on top, baby?” He teases.

“I’m already here.” You shrug, making him and Fi laugh. 

“My girl doesn’t back down from a challenge.” Fi grins proudly at you.

You lift up slightly and then start to line your entrance up with Niner’s cock. You spit in your hand and then give his large cock a few pumps, getting his length wet enough. He groans loudly, gripping your hips so roughly you’re sure you’re gonna bruise. But you can’t bring yourself to care, you want to be reminded of tonight. What if they wake up tomorrow and realize that they don’t want to share? What if this is just in the heat of a horny moment? 

You attempt to get out of your head by sinking down on Niner’s cock, and both of you gasp so sharply that you can only look at each other. Niner closes the distance and pulls you down onto him and you can’t help but clench around him already. 

“Fuck…” You both murmur. 

“Fi…” You whisper, holding your hand out for him to come back. 

“I’m right here, baby.” Fi smiles, coming back and kissing your neck. “You good?” 

You can only nod your head, words failing. How do you explain just how good your partner’s brother’s cock feels? You just can’t. 

“Words, cyar’ika. Use ‘em.” Niner grits. 

“I’m good…” You whisper. “I’m good.”

“Permission to fuck you now?” Niner asks, looking up at you. 

“Since when… do you… ask for things?” You tease him.

You can see the look in his eyes darken and you gulp. “Move Fi.” 

Fi chuckles. “Oh, cyare. You’re in for it now.” 

“Huh?” You don’t have time to even finish the word because Niner has you flipped over on your back and somehow is able to push even further into you, causing all the air to momentarily leave your lungs. 

“Fuck you feel so good.” Niner buries his face in your neck, breathing you in as he finds your hands, pinning them to the bed by your head.

You wrap your legs around his waist. “Please… Sarge… I need you.” 

“I know, sweetheart. Don’t worry. I’m gonna give it to you.” He pulls away from your neck to look you in the face.

You know he’s just checking on you again but you need him to move or you feel like you may combust. 

“Maker, baby… you’re soaking the sheets.” Fi notices. 

And that’s when Niner starts to pull out, just to push back in and your eyes roll back in your head. You’re absolutely sure you see stars just from that one thrust. 

“Fi, come look at this.” Niner chuckles darkly, thrusting again and again. “Got her to shut up finally. All she needed was her sargeant’s cock. Isn’t that right, baby?” 

You whimper, unable to form a coherent word. Niner and Fi both chuckle again as Niner starts to pick up his thrusting, angling you perfectly so that his cock goes as far as possible into you. You’re not so sure anyone has ever been able to reach as deep into you like this. Not even Fi, as much as you love him. 

“Maker, you are soaked.” Niner pulls your face to look up at him, meeting his eyes. “All for me and Fi, huh?” 

You nod, weakly. 

“That’s right sweetheart. Doing so fucking good.” Niner leans down and kisses you quickly. “Alright, Fi. It’s time for her to cum.” 

Your eyes quickly meet your partner’s eyes and he smiles down at you, proudly. 

“Aye, sarge.” Fi’s fingers find your clit and you gasp and whine, writhing against Niner, making him groan again as you clench tightly around him. 

“You wanna cum on my cock, baby?” Niner kisses your neck as he releases your hands so he can pull back to sit up on his knees, still fully sheathed inside of you. 

“Please…” You murmur, looking at both men with equal need. “Fi- want your cock too… Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely, cyare.” Fi leans down to kiss you before situating himself on his knees near your head so that he can start to press his cock to your lips. 

You relax your jaw and eagerly take his cock as far as he’ll allow you. Fi’s been so gracious this whole time, he deserves more attention. 

“Maker, I love you.” Fi caresses your hair, praising you sweetly. “So perfect for us.”

You hum around his length as you bob your head over his length in time with Niner’s thrusts, which are starting to speed up a bit as Fi continues to rub your clit so perfectly. The warm feeling starts to pool low in your stomach and you can’t help but clench again for Niner. 

“That’s it. She’s so fucking close.” Niner grins down at you. 

“Oh, sweet girl. Are you gonna finish all over our sergeant's cock?” Fi teases you.

You nod around his cock as Niner decides to pick you up slightly so he can slam into you at a more unforgiving pace, the slapping sounds filling the barracks so perfectly, it’s almost deafening, besides both men’s moans and soft grunts.

“Sorry, Fi.” Niner grunts as he pulls you away from Fi’s cock so that he can pull you up into his arms, picking you and slamming you down on his cock so that all you can do is go limp in his arms as he fucks up into you. 

All you can do is whimper and moan, no words able to form, as Niner buries his face in your neck as he unforgivingly pounds into you. 

“Come on, baby. I know you wanna cum like this. Then I can fill this perfect cunt up with my own cum.” Niner grits through his teeth, very clearly trying to hold back so he doesn’t finish before you. “Do you want my cum?” 

You nod with pathetic whines, trying to beg for him. 

“She makes the prettiest sounds, doesn’t she?” Fi’s behind you now, pulling your face toward his so he can swallow your sounds with his kiss and his other arm wraps around you so that his fingers can bring you closer to your finish line.  

“Fuck yeah, she does.” Niner agrees. 

The way they talk about you and Fi rubbing your clit so fucking perfectly is what does it, sending you over your edge, making you throw your head back against Fi’s shoulder. You make eye contact with Niner as you cum all over his cock, coating him with your essence that he finally lets go and fills you up with himself. He groans roughly as he grips your hips tightly and you start to feel the soreness in them as you come down from the absolute sex high. 

When you feel Fi pull away, you feel something trailing down your back and realize that Fi finished when you and Niner did, except it’s all over your bare back and you can’t help but laugh. 

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” Fi murmurs with a chuckle as he cleans you with a wet towel. 

“Don’t be.” You pant slightly, pulling him in for a kiss. 

Niner is still buried inside of you and you’re not really ready to pull away just yet. You think he understands because as soon as Fi runs to the fresher, Niner pulls you in for another passionate kiss and you find yourself just as addicted to his taste as he thinks he is to yours. Resting your foreheads together, you close your eyes. Until he starts to  pull away slightly.

“Don’t pull out.” You whisper. “Please.”

“Alright, I won’t.” Niner promises you as he pulls you down to the bed, still inside of you.

He lays against the wall with you in his arms, making room for Fi to join when he’s done. You suspect that Fi’s giving you a moment of privacy with Niner to talk. 

“So, what now?” You murmur. 

“Well, for what it’s worth, I think we’ve wasted enough time not being together and as long as you’ll have me, I’m not going anywhere.” He murmurs, kissing you again.

You smile against his lips, believing him. “Until your next mission.” 

“Yeah, but you’ll be right there waiting, right?” His calloused fingers brush across your soft cheek.

“Until you come back to me.” You smile.

“Which I promise to keep doing.” He smiles right back.

“Both of us will.” Fi’s soft voice is behind you as he climbs into the bunk with you, resting his hand on your hip and squeezing gently before placing a kiss to your shoulder blade. You kiss both of them once more before drifting off into sleep, thinking about how lucky you are to get to experience this life with both of them. You just hope that their Kal’buir can make good on his promise and find Ko Sai in time so that you can experience a full life with them.

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[kanerallels]

Ahhh the joys of a wildly inconsistent posting schedule. Hopefully I can make it a little more consistent soon! Anyway, have the last chapter of this particular arc-- I hope you guys liked it! Don't worry, we'll be back to regular Ghost/ Yellow Submarine crew shenanigans next time

First lines under the cut!

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Before they’d joined up with Kanan’s group, Sabine had never met a clone before, particularly not a member of the GAR. She’d heard about them, growing up. How they’d been created from the DNA of a Mandalorian warrior, Jango Fett. How they’d been trained to fight for the Republic, and done so handily. How they had, in the end, destroyed the Jedi, who were later called traitors by those they served. And after that? The Empire had made them disappear, too.

Now that she was meeting some of them, Sabine had to admit, they weren’t exactly what she’d expected. It was getting easier to tell them apart— the armor and the haircuts helped, but there were other differences. Scars, tones of the voice, the look in the eyes.

But mainly, they were a lot less like the stoic soldiers she’d expected. I guess the Empire didn’t create the template for how soldiers act, Sabine mused as she watched a trooper with pink armor throw a handful of grapes at his friend, who yelped in mock protest and immediately retaliated. Their third companion, who had buzzed hair and a tired expression, shook his head in exasperation as he tried to get them to stop fighting. 

Turning to face the rest of the table, she said, “Is it weird that I didn’t expect this many food fights?”

Niner snorted. “I’d say no if I hadn’t been stuck in the middle of one for most of my life.” Fi, who was sitting next to him, promptly threw a piece of toast at him, which he ducked to avoid, and shot her a ‘see what I mean’ face.

[knightcoree]

When you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen to, publish them, and send this ask to the last 10 people in your notifs!

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[cienie-isengardu]

My RepCom Musing: The use of “psycho” and “crazy” and similar terms

Not sure where my research will ultimately lead me as I’m still collecting data how RepCom book series treated the potential mental illness and/or the perception of the “psycho” characters - something I've been meaning to write for some time in regard to Walon Vau and Sev, but for now I would like to share a few observations made so far:

There is a visible difference in how Walon Vau and Kal Skirata approach the topic of potential mental illness of their clone commandos, which I think fits their introvert and extrovert natures well. As far as I can say, Walon in general is not talking with outsiders about his men’s mental state - he acknowledged (think) Sev is “psychotic” and lacks “the most basic social graces“ [True Colors] or confronted Scorch about his breakdown [Order 66] but we don’t see him revealing much of their traumas or how horrible was their training to anyone who wasn’t already a part of said training program (and we know that Vau and Skirata argued about that a lot). In contrast, Skirata talked surprisingly a lot to other characters about what happened to Ordo/Nulls or occasionally to Omegas, usually to explain why his sons act in this way. This happened with Etain and Obrim and even Fi, though how Ordo feels about his trauma being talked with “outsiders” is not really brought by narrative. 

Granted, both men are using different frames from what they count normal (good) - Vau is operating in the good soldier zone (as being a soldier has a special meaning for him related to his own fucked up childhood) while Skirata focuses on family life (something he failed at once and many clones may never have a chance to experience) but that is a topic for another time.

Similarly, Delta Squad and Atin(?) are rarely seen calling other characters as the psycho, especially in a negative way. Scorch did use that name for Sev, but either Deltas were in their own company or Scorch made an observation about his brother’s behavior as he was worrying about him a lot in Order 66. Frankly, as far as my research showed, Deltas did not call Walon Vau the “Old Psycho” but they did at least twice called Skirata “crazy” (True Colors and Order 66). Interestingly, the majority of “psycho” and “crazy” terms - in context of mental illness / dangerous behavior - used by clones alone in the books comes from Omega (those members originally trained by Kal) and Nulls. 

Old Psycho, as a nickname for Vau was used twice (or so I assume) by Fi and once by Mereel. Bonker Squad as a nickname for Nulls was used by Fi and Darman/Niner and Skirata who coined this term. 

  "Your buddy ... ," Darman teased.

    "Rather have him for a friend than an enemy."

    "Ooh, he likes you. Hobnobbing with ARC officers from the Bonkers Squad, eh?"

    "We have an understanding," Fi said. "I don't laugh at his skirt, and he doesn't rip my head off."

    Yes, Ordo had taken a shine to him. Fi hadn't fully understood it until Skirata had taken him to one side and explained just what had happened to Ordo and his batch on Kamino as kids. So when Fi had thrown himself on a grenade during an anti-terrorist op to smother the detonation, Ordo had marked him out as someone who'd take an awfully big risk to save comrades. Null ARCs were psychotic-bonkers, as Skirata put it-but they were unshakably loyal when the mood struck them. [Triple Zero]

 There are also variations of the “All Nulls are psychos / crazy” statement, quite often coming from Omega, Kal or Nulls themselves. Interestingly, Vau at the beginning of True Colors described them simply as hooligans (rather than psychos) and it was put in contrast to Sev and Vau’s men in general (the good soldiers) while Vau seems to be more prone to call Skirata the crazy one than Nulls. 

Also, it seems like most of the psycho/crazy statements or rumors repeated(?) started with Skirata and was adapted by his men at some point? Like:

mentioned Bonker Squad for Nulls (used solely by him and Omega)

the not best opinion about ARC even if Nulls are the psychos themselves? (“but an ARC who'd gone AWOL was-impossible. Jango Fett had raised and trained them personally, with an emphasis on absolute loyalty to the Republic. Sergeant Kal said that Jango was an unhinged shabuir, but he always stuck to his contract, and that contract had included creating a loyal, totally reliable army. Darman had heard rumors to the contrary, and the Nulls were living crazy proof that a clone soldier could be as eccentric and wayward as any random human, but nothing had ever been confirmed.) As in “Jango was an unhinged shabuir and because he trained ARCs, they are like that too” kind of logic?

And considering that Deltas do not call Walon Vau as the Old Psycho but Fi and Mereel used that nickname, I think it is safe to assume this comes from Skirata too?

Additionally, I made a working diagram - it's not fully correct, as for now I focused on looking for specific phrases (psycho and crazy, bonker or those specific moments that I remembered), but for curiosity's sake I'm posting it in regard to Nulls, Vau and Sev as they are the most prominent characters in regard to “psycho” nickname.

[walkingstackofbooks]

Hi, I'm Andi! :) If you’re looking for anything in particular, here’s a few common tags and links to start you off!

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[cannonfullofcanons]

Haven't touched my Red vs Blue muses in like three years I think but hey, maybe it's about time I come crashing back in like a fridge on roller skates. Gonna re-add Four Seven Niner to the muse roster and get to rewatching the Freelancer saga. I miss writing CT.

[bledf1rst]

MARK GRAYSON dash games [...]

when you get this, post theme songs for your muse ! then tag 5 or more people !

superpower - icon the great

bones - imagine dragons

underdog running w/ my head off - blayne b.

regret - everything everything

nico and the niners - twenty-one pilots

mr. sunshine - arden jones

tagged by / i stole it from @diaboluse >:)))) tagging / @supager, @toonsupe, @hymnblood, @frozyn, @korinthiakos and everyone on the dash !!!!!!!!

[constablegoo]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. ( REPOST DO NOT REBLOG!)

✿ NAME: indigo

✿ PRONOUNS: they/them

✿ EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): 9 years since oct 2013 and been here ever since 8)

✿ NAME OF MUSE(S): odo here!! zeveth (oc) on @zeveth (pretty much Where I Am at the moment) and a bunch of niners and ds9 plus ones on @stationiners

✿ PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: once we establish a thread or two together or we Just Click and it seems like we’re gonna write more or we have more to discuss, discord is way easier and more accessible for me :) ims are kinda crunchy but fine (miss all my discord emojis LMAO) i =adore= getting to know my writing partners and i kinda hate to add this, but i don’t have a ton of free time (who does??) and a million things i wanna do outside rp so if you badger me w tons of irrelevant ooc (or in general!) i will drop yer ass sowwy <3 ive learned the hard way and i do this for my own health, safety, n sanity. period.

✿ PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: tumblr, more recently / occasionally discord too. thats IT! didnt even know rp existed before 2013 GFDKG

✿ BEST EXPERIENCE: ive had two especially great experiences!! 1) right here on odo, and by extension stationiners and zeveth which i consider kinda like spin-offs?? i mean they are ds9 sideblogs 2) i also had a really lovely time when i wrote the second dr who :’) in both of these experiences i found small communities of incredible friends who ive now known for years (and met many of you in person!! we’re friends in the i-r-l) and really felt like ive had the opportunity to dive into rich plots and character explorations. ive rarely laughed so hard or had such a fun time than with these people.

✿ RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS: errr yeah, i won’t follow blogs that don’t contain a lot of actual in-character writing or which contain writing that is difficult to read. if im logged onto tumblr dot com im here to write and then i log off and hang out elsewhere gjfkdlgf i also don’t like heavy angst plots or consistent ooc negativity (sorry.) and i do not like nagging. my brain is tiny and silly and i only get stressed out and stop writing and thats why its in bold in my rulez <3 i try to be very upfront if im uncomfortable with or simply uninterested in certain plots etc and i expect the same, with respect. let’s get to the good stuff we both wanna do!!

✿ FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: bottom line is what’s the angle? what’s the plot? is it driving itself? is it dragging? i love any and all of these if theyre a story we’re telling together. couldnt care less about any of ‘em if im just performing a trope or have to bend my muse way out of whack just to make it work. i want to =unfold= something about Them each time and some thread types ive just had Enough Of for a lifetime. i am not a proxy therapist lol. if we write smut its about them, =NOT= us. i want to learn about your muse as much as i want to portray mine, i want to share their dynamic with you and watch it evolve.

✿ PLOTS OR MEMES: i rarely raaarely reblog (more often send!) memes because. i dont want to get bogged down with aimless things and i can be easily overwhelmed. i try to put everything i have into each reply, try to find some hook. if youre bored, chances are good im bored too. i LOVE it when something unfolds naturally, but more often than not, i find it really helpful to chat even briefly about what we see for an interaction, and hopefully as we go along, too. i like plots with overall goals but with the details left up to us to discover, and i like digging to bring up little things that will add to the richness of a thread or build platforms for future threads. i love seeing a threadline go to completion hahaaha

✿ LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: shorter = faster, 100%. im a slow writer. it can take me AN HOUR to write a couple paragraphs bc i only want to put out stuff im happy with. im not a perfectionist at ALL but i made a deal with myself in order to balance my life LMAO that i need to write this way. you will ALWAYS receive a Yes And, and i try to think roughly a reply or two ahead. (its really satisfying when you can circle back on a theme or a Point hehehe) i pretty much hover in the middle around 2-3 paras and as long as you’re progressing the story with me im happy w ANY reply length from you :D sometimes super short is the right writing choice, sometimes super long!! i just wanna add that i literally do not care how long it takes you to reply, i just consider every reply i get to be a little gift from you and i will probably make that wait time even longer <3 GKFDKG

✿ BEST TIME TO WRITE: my brains best around noon but reality says mostly evenings

✿ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): i can often have odo’s awkwardness and his kind of stilted self-consciousness / private nature. man, that part’s easy! i can be such an ice cube! but im gooey inside! i connect to both his crusty exterior and internal doubt, i come out like a snail from its shell when im around comfortable people, and i like his dry dry sense of humor ;) also: Ace / Gender. im less evil though. // and im nothing at all like zeveth. i wish i were (but like. you know less scary and evil GFDLG) // i still feel like i have some kind of strange personal connection with Two though. hes just a little guy and thats me :’)

snagged it from @rhpsdys letsgoooooooo

[ceftali]

this is a playlist for the bestest mama’s boy

it is i who rides the largest dragon in the world 

     an aemond targaryen playlist by sara 

if i killed someone for you by alec benjamin / look what you made me do by taylor swift / bellyache (marian hill remix) by billie eilish, marian hill / bohemian rhapsody (remastered) by queen / undisclosed desires by muse / nico and the niners by twenty one pilots / enemy by imagine dragons, jid / vigilante shit (explicit) by taylor swift / royalty by egzod, maestro chives, and neoni / everything black by unlike pluto, mike taylor / enemy by tommee profitt, beacon light / i did something bad by taylor swift / you should see me in a crown by billie eilish / everybody wants to rule the world (cover) by lorde / teeth by 5 seconds of summer / twisted by missio / control by halsey / wildest dreams (taylor’s version) by taylor swift / talk by hozier / demons by imagine dragons / anti-hero by taylor swift / viva la vida by coldplay / dynasty by miia / wisdom teeth by bea miller / lovely by billie eilish, khalid / family line by conan gray / trauma by nf 

check it out here 💚 

[hunters-house]

What Does Your Muse's Name Mean?

(I'm choosing Zed, and since Zed isn't from Earth, here's a breakdown of his name in his native language)

Name: James Charles-May-Son (Niner-Zed)

Gender: Masculine

Usage: Continental (CC-42372)

Pronounced: JAYMZ CHAHRLZ MAY SUN (NAI-nur ZED)

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James: Masculine form of Jamilyn, the name of the Goddess of the Wind.

Charles: From the word “Charlaman,” meaning a pragmatic person.

May: From the month, named for the Goddess of the Earth.

Son: An epithet taken by a male. (If an individual changes their gender, they change their name to a different epithet, such as Dawter or Kin)

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Niner: The number nine, representing the skill of Stealth on the Imperial Armada Standard Competency Evaluation

Zed: The letter “Z”, representing above peak abilities in a given subject on the Imperial Armada Standard Competency Evaluation

Tagged by Stolen from: @the-blackened-dove

Tagging: Anyone who wants to steal from me!

[silencedminstrel]

VOICES OF THE LITTLE PEOPLE - A LONE BUILDING SUPERINTENDENT'S MUSINGS

Sectors Three to Four-Niner-Two had been inspected, minimal structural damage on all five hundred and seventy five buildings! Well except for those leaking septic valves

Down at South Central Street and Benson...! (Sigh) Oh well! At least Wynona City will be there when the colonists came back--if they ever wanted to of course! So why am I here? 

Pegasus 7A-13B is my home and I was one of the earliest to arrive--right after we've won this planet from the Beiroik Consortium sixty years ago! My late father really loves it here

And he's also a Building Superintendent like me! But after those pesky Keveniens raided our supplies too many times they just had it and left! So I gotta make sure they'll still have a home to come back to when they...! (Sigh)

the new superstructures

[arc-77]

//Hello! I just wanted to spread some positivity and say that I love seeing you on my dash! You always like my posts and it makes me so happy when you do. I also love your Fordo and all the shenanigans he gets up to. You write him perfectly because I certainly wouldn't want to get into a fight with that guy. You're awesome! 💙

;_; Thank you so much!

[alteredphoenix]

So I think - I’m hoping - I’ll be able to get star-crossed niners out tomorrow at the earliest. I was banking on getting it out today but The Muse is reaching the point where they’re going to need to call it for the day (I surprisingly cranked out 1.3k words within a few hours, which is...pretty impressive but also kind of slow for me to churn out at a good rhythm).

Unless The Muse decides to get sidetracked or work decides to call me in after Xmas Day, I don’t anticipate this fic taking any longer than Tuesday to finish.