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Amity Park hates the Justice League but loves Red Hood and sometimes other heroes
A/n: I got this random idea so here it is. Oh, and this is good reveal AU ok?
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Due to the Justice League mocking them and ignoring their villain problems that were also publicly interdimensional problems, everyone hates the JL. It got worst with the GIW coming in, who blatantly went against the meta-laws (which included aliens, demons and so much more that weren't human from the beginning). They started to think the Justice League supported them.
In the Infinite Realms, however, there's a revenant that many adored and others respected. He did not hold back against criminals. Criminals that would rape, kill, traffic, sell drugs, and more to people. He especially didn't like when they brought kids into this. He'd avenge people the way they should've been: by promising that their abuser/killer/whatever wouldn't be able to do it again. And in the place they lived in, the only way for that to be possible was by major injury, heavy social outcasting, and/or death. Most prefer the 3rd.
And after how long the Amitians dealt with the attacks which eventually came to a slow once or twice a week type thing, they started opening their minds to the idea of coexistence. Well, further than they had. So when people started to cross over and start making their small haunts in their side of the veil, the Amitian's began to become aware of the popular hero Red Hood. He was part of the undead community, which was trustworthy in everyone's books.
So Amity Park started making merch. Most of it was for Team Phantom, but there was plenty for Red Hood as well. There were other heroes on the side, like for Superboy 1 (who they renamed to Supernova due to their hatred for Superman for 2 reasons, the obvious and that he rejected a mirror-born), and Raven (the half demon).
And with this coexistence, Team Phantom had noticed the positive feedback about killing in the name of vengeance. So they went on the offensive, and after a good year of that, the GIW lost funding for producing no results and just taking up resources. The acts were still there, but nobody enacted them in Amity, and nobody actually knew or believed them outside of the haunted city.
Then the Justice League find out about the hero group there due to tracking merchandise after they started to sell outside of the city. Superman was the guy everyone liked, so he was sent over. He immediately got thrown out and was now questioning who the heck Supernova was and when he rejected him.
Flash? Outcast. Everyone ignored and walked away from him. they had the police, who never did anything or even had to anymore, kick him out.
Green Lanter? Oh the poor guy. He had his ring taken away and thrown out of the city somehow. It took hours to find it.
Wonder Woman, they had to be ok with her. Not at first, but once Phantom had a talk with her and people learned that they were cousins through Clockwork (Kronos) and Pandora, they were ok. ish. Tolerated was the best word and she got the info back to the league.
The batfamily took a trip there, dragging Red Hood along somehow. And right when Red Hood was noticed, a crowd began to form as everyone practically worshipped him. There were many victims he had avenged and an Ancient (Lady Gotham) came and gave him the gifts she couldn't without scaring the guy.
At one point, the poor guy even cried.
#dc x dp#danny phantom#justice league#red hood#amitians hate the justice league#Amitians do like some non-local heroes#I didn't mention this but I bet Amitians would also know a lot of not very popular heroes/vigilantes/etc. due to the ghosts#so they're probably the most supportive town in all honesty#Red Hood deserves some appreciation though so here it is#I bet he's a celebrity in the realms#and as for Kon#I bet that the public just start calling him Supernova and he eventually adopts the name because everyone's already calling him that#He'd also be pretty happy about it once he finds out that he has fans that support him being a clone (mirror-born)#He is no longer a clone but a mirror-born now#Tim changed his files#Trigon was arrested for abuse by Walker after Raven was made known to him#Raven's mother paid her daughter a visit with Phantom's help#I just want happy moments right now#I probably should've put these tags in the actual post#but I liked how the ending sounded
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Happy 13 years of Pong Krell’s execution everyone
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my countdown to star wars celebration: It could never be a bad thing to know others cared about you and would miss you when you were were gone. [favorite characters]
AHSOKA is a character that I have a deep attachment to, despite also believing that she has overstayed her welcome. When I first got into Star Wars, I was instantly drawn to the prequels and the Jedi. Ahsoka served her character purpose as my vehicle into how the Jedi Order ran, why they believed the things they did, and how they could have fallen are hard as they did. As Ahsoka learned how to be a better Jedi and Commander in the Clone Wars, so did I. As she grew older, learned and failed and succeeded and changed, I did too. And for that, she will always have a special place in my heart.
insp./cred.
#ahsoka tano#star wars#starwarsedit#swedit#ahsokatanoedit#the clone wars#tales of the jedi#star wars rebels#starwarsblr#swsource#mypost#[gifs]#countdownswc#userbokatan#userlumi#userobiwans#tusernicky#userbariss#swshows#star wars celebration
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What would the clones get their darling for the holidays? 🤔 Zoha included 🙏
Happy late holidays to those who celebrate!
Sekido— gifts you practical gifts you'd use to improve your daily life. from tool sharpeners to fluffy pillows. If he sees you use it often, he'll get it. you'd be stupid not to use his gift and spoils you a little bit by getting something you've mentioned wanting in the past or sweets.
Karaku— gifts the most extravagant and expensive things he can find. He lost himself halfway and started getting stuff that caught his eye since you'd probably wanna share with him cause you love him so much!!! Half the items are completely useless to you.. but they look cool!!
Urogi— probably gifts you his stray feathers, a lump of very fresh meat, sharp jagged jewels, and a crumpled up yellow flower. Something that'd remind you of him because he's sure that'd make you the happiest, just like he'd be ecstatic to get something that reminds him of you.
Aizetsu— has the simplest gift, but the most sentimental. He probably gathered as much info as he could about how your brain works from stalking you and used all of that to get you the perfect gift. It'll definitely give you some type of nostalgia and make you tear up.
Zohakuten— genuinely gives a thoughtful gift. It's the best out of all of them, practical and fun, not to mention he modified it to make suit your specific tastes! ..but before you can have it, you have to survive a ride on his wood dragon where he berates your skill, or lack thereof, while purposely making it hell to stay on. He catches you when you fall off.
((they're all 1000% handmade and stolen))
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#null rot#yandere kny#yandere kimetsu no yaiba#yandere hantengu#yandere demon slayer#hantengu clones#hantengu#sekido#karaku#urogi#aizetsu#zohakuten#i dont celebrate the holidays personally so this is also works as a general 'what types of gifts do they give?' question!#sorry for the sudden disappearance. ive recently been busy with personal matters and some comms!#any event where these guys can be more dramatic is asking for trouble.. but thats why theyre so good#SHOUT OUT TO MY HIGHER UP WHO FOUND THIS GOOD MEME I RIPPED OFF FROM. I LOVE YOUR BRAIN#null gospel
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If you’re headed to Star Wars Celebration (or another Star Wars event in the near future—an Andor premiere party, May the 4th, Star Wars Nite, a local con…) and want to wear something from my shop, now’s the time to get those orders in so I can get you your goodies on time!

Bonus! I just put everything on sale for y’all. 💜
Shop is here.
#star wars#andor#andor series#the clone wars#star wars rebels#the mandalorian#star wars sequels#star wars prequels#skeleton crew#the acolyte#star wars celebration#rogue one#the high republic
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Would you be ok with drawing Rex teasing Cody about his crush on his general please? Rather early in the war, but without helmets if that's ok?
i'm so sorry for the long wait :l i hope it's worth it!
cody's got some thoughts
#troggo's 200 follower celebration#julijuli77#star wars#the clone wars#tcw#commander cody#captain rex#troggo draws
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ALEX THE LION…WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY CAAAR….!?
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So I may have rewatched the Madagascar movies with my family (they are waaay more funny than I remember imo) and fallen in love with the Ben Stiller lion…his design is just 😩👌
I love how they push the designs to be super geometric and stylized, but they still look and move like animals and not just humans in furry costumes (no hate, I’m a Sonic fan I’m in no position to judge lmao) Anyways the colors on Alex especially are amazing, 10/10 lion design
#sorry to those who follow me for clone high 😭#how did i get here#everyone is either reading book of bill or celebrating the shadow trailer and I’m over here drawing freaking MADAGASCAR#that was not in my bingo card#but I can’t help it Alex is just way too much fun to draw omg#fanart#my art#roxi's art#lions#madagascar#madagascar movie#alex the lion#I don’t think Madagascar has a fandom tbh….#digital art#artists on tumblr#procreate#screencap redraws#dreamworks#Madagascar fanart
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Barrissoka mistletoe kiss!! Thank you @jedimasterbailey for the idea!!!
i love them 🤍🤍
#happy holidays#to everyone who celebrates!#had to do something with baby gay barrissoka#i love them so muchhhh#they need to be happy for a min guys cmon#barriss offee#barrissoka#ahsoka tano#star wars#the clone wars#my art#fan art#star wars clone wars#mistletoe
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And what if they grew old and were happy!! And what then!!
#Killie and Derek#Jockeyposting 🏇#Killie#Greyuncle Derek does not celebrate Christmas because he is Jewish and Greyuncle Killie is to everyone’s weariness still Killie#and also has no idea how many greatniblings he has..#his twin brother had X number of children of which a few were biological and some weren’t and they all look quite different#even the biological ones despite being essentially the offspring of Killie’s clone are all different in appearance and personality and most#and THEY all had a lot of kids. so Killie simply accepts that there are X number of people who call him Greyuncle Killie and are probably?#probably? his family?? or somebody’s?? this is not the sort of stuff he knows about. Derek takes care of most of it.#Killie just keeps a decent placid good-natured Shetland and packs them all onto it and teaches them to fall.#no discrimination or gatekeeping or anything. he just assumes that they’re his and that’s why they’re here.#statistically some of them aren’t and weren’t here for that but statistically is Killie wrong? no. no he is not.#but there is ONE THING retired jockey Greyuncle Killie is NOT!#he is NOT horseless.#he has a small pony and a few horses and like 3 dogs of comically different sizes and Derek.#and 12-75 business greatniblings.
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on your side / wolffe x fem!jedi!reader
for @ireadwithmyears <3
summary: having to distance yourself from wolffe after a slip up is a lot harder than you thought it would be
tags/warnings: 18+ for suggestive stuff, angst! with a happy(ish?) ending, forbidden relationship, love confessions, kinda idiots in love, wolffe is down bad and not sorry about it, reader is lowkey delirious and v emotional bc of lack of sleep, allusions to sex but otherwise sfw
song: on your side — the last dinner party
prompts: #21 "when's the last time you actually slept?", #9 "come lie with me, let me hold you."
a/n: okay it's official, wolffe is my fav clone to write for. um, idk if anyone else has ever been so exhausted but not able to fall asleep to the point where you’re literally distraught? I hope this is not a unique experience otherwise this fic makes no sense lol
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requests are closed, dialogue prompt is in bold :)
You messed up. Big time.
The memory of your misdeeds still replayed in your mind, days, weeks later. Your mind lingered on how his rough hands felt against your skin, how his breath mingled with yours, bodies melding together. His words haunted you, adulations whispered in a tone you’d never heard, sentiments you wouldn’t soon forget, no matter how you tried to.
Wolffe had invaded your brain even before you'd fallen into bed with him, but now it was inescapable.
You'd known it was a mistake as it was happening, that stepping over the line would do something irreversible, something you couldn't follow up on. The guilt of doing that to Wolffe, of letting him believe it was something that could be, was eating you alive. If you didn't feel so strongly for him then all of this would be so much easier, and could be written off as a simple blunder — but nothing about this was simple.
Wolffe had been shipped into an active warzone only hours later, and though worry pulled at your heart more than ever, you couldn't help but be partly relieved. When he’d returned, you felt even more conflicted.
He had caught your eyes from across the hangar, something distinctly timid and unlike him in the way he looked at you, and you had to tear your gaze away and leave the space. You couldn’t be anywhere near him. It hurt too much. You knew he’d noticed that you were avoiding him, it would be impossible given how close you were before everything had transpired, but he obviously had the restraint not to mention it.
Sleep was eluding you because of it. Pulling away from Wolffe felt like a physical pain, like the connection you had unwittingly created through the force was being sawed at, and you could feel every ridge of the knife as it cut. If anything, it was proof that you had become too close, that your connection ran too deep.
Now, duty demanded you be in the same room as him, and it was every bit as excruciating as you had expected. You were stood beside him in the command centre, and while your eyes were plastered to Plo Koon, all of your attention was taken by Wolffe.
You could feel the heavy weight of his gaze on you as you spoke, almost feel his breath against your cheek, the warmth of his body beside you. His presence was intoxicating, and even when you closed your eyes you weren’t free of it. His unique presence in the force reached out for you, and while you knew he wasn’t doing it intentionally, you wished he would stop. The familiar feeling made it so much harder not to fall into his arms and forget everything that held you back; a warm blanket, a comforting steadiness, deep red in colour, like the very last sight of the sun against the horizon.
You escaped as soon as you could, scampering from the command room at the first opportunity, but it seemed that Wolffe was done with the silent treatment. He grabbed your arm as you made it out into the corridor, dragging you into a quieter corner of the ship, a hall that ran to a dead end. His gaze was serious when you finally met it with your own, and it turned your stomach. You didn’t know if he was angry or hurt, nothing was given away in his demeanour.
Finally he spoke in a low voice, “are you alright?”
You blinked up at him, wondering how he could be so concerned by you at this moment. His hand still gripped your arm gently, his eyes darting between yours, brows furrowed. He took in your features like he’d never seen you before, and the scrutiny made your gaze drop.
“I’m fine” you murmured, trying to keep your voice even.
“You weren’t in your room last night”
Your eyes raised back to him as your heart skipped a beat, “how do you know that?”
“I went to see you” he confessed, never wavering in his serious gaze.
“Wolffe…” you sighed, looking up at him with a pained expression, “you shouldn’t have done that”
He huffed, stepping into your space, “why not?”
You exhaled slowly, “you know why”
Something in him stiffened, and he took his hand away from you, “what were you doing?”
“I just… I couldn’t sleep” you admitted, running a hand over your face.
“Why not?”
You sighed at his persistence, “it doesn’t matter”
“It matters to me” he muttered, his eyes flashing with hurt. He tentatively brought his hand up to your cheek, running his thumb under your eye. You knew you must look exhausted, and closed your eyes to let the feeling calm you. “When's the last time you actually slept?”
“I don’t know” you spoke quietly, almost ashamedly. Your eyes fluttered open to see the stern look he was giving you.
“Sarad’ika” he whispered the name he called you in only the most quiet of moments, drawing closer so his forehead almost touched yours. “If you won’t…” he sighed, “if you won’t let me take care of you then you need to take care of yourself”
Your heart seized up in your chest. “I—” you didn't know what to say, everything was running through your mind but it was all getting caught in your throat.
Your stuttering was interrupted by the sound footsteps reverberating off of the walls of the otherwise empty hall. Wolffe backed away from you, though he still started at you intently, even as someone walked between the two of you. Unlike him, it snapped you out of it.
“I— I uh… I'm going to my quarters now” you mumbled out, tongue tripping over your words.
You turned quickly, stalking down the hall in wide strides and not daring to look back.
It was the middle of the night and still, sleep wouldn’t take you. The frustration was getting on top of you again, and you paced back and forth in the small space of the ship that was yours. Hot tears sprang to your eyes, wetting your cheeks, and your hands gripped at your hair as if it would alleviate the tension in your head. You had been silently crying long enough that your head had begun to ache, and you silently begged to gods you didn’t believe in to let you sleep, to shut your mind of for just a few minutes so you might finally slip into unconsciousness.
It had been coming to this every night, where you felt as if you were being driven insane because sleep eluded you.
With a small sob, you darted for the door. A distraction, that’s what you needed now. You might wander the halls of the ship as you had in previous nights, or hole up in a cupboard somewhere so you could cry until all your tears were spent. You grabbed your robe as you went, clutching the thick material in a tight fist, but as the door zipped open you almost collided with something, someone.
Wolffe stood tall in the doorway, his hand raised as if he were about to knock. He took in your distressed state, eyes widening at the recognition of tears staining your face, and he reached out to you on instinct, taking ahold of your arms.
“Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay” he immediately began to soothe you in a voice that was too soft for him. It only made your breathing more unstable, and you choked on your sobs. Wolffe backed you into the dark room and closed the door behind him, “what’s going on?”
The confusion — the worry — it was so plain in his eyes. It made you feel sick to your stomach. You dropped your robe to the floor.
“I just—“ your words were halted by your own sob, and you hid your face in your palms, “I’m so tired, Wolffe”
His hands wrapped around your wrists, his skin warm against yours, and he peeled your hands away from your face. He snaked his arms around your waist without another word, offering the relief you would never ask for but so desperately needed. You took it unashamedly, burying your face in his chest, letting yourself relish in the comfort of his touch. As your weeping continued, he held you tightly, one hand on the back of your head to stroke your hair as he whispered comforting words.
The exhaustion had clearly got to you. There was simply no other reason for this display of raw emotion.
As your breathing calmed, the storm in your mind subsiding to a grey fog, Wolffe’s grip loosened. He pulled back and took your face in his hand, and you couldn’t help but lean into its warmth just a little.
“Now,” he spoke quietly, “are you going to tell me why you can’t sleep?”
You sighed deeply as you averted your gaze, “do I have to?”
“No” he replied, “but it could help”
Your eyes creeped across his handsome features, taking in every mark, every freckle. You couldn’t burden him with everything that clouded your mind, you wouldn’t place another weight upon his shoulders when the war already saw him stretched so thin.
You shook your head, releasing yourself from his grasp and turning away, “it won’t help, it’ll only make things worse”
“Stop shutting me out” Wolffe’s voice was stern as he spoke up, and you looked up to find his brow furrowed deeply, the hurt evident in his eyes and the downturn of his lips.
“I have to” you said quietly, almost a whisper.
“No you don’t” Wolffe huffed, moving to crowd you against the table behind you, “I don’t understand why you’ve been acting like this, why you won’t look at me all of a sudden. I thought—”
He stopped himself. In all honesty, you hadn’t been thinking an awful lot about what Wolffe may be thinking about what had transpired, and as much as you knew you should bury the whole incident, move on and forget, a part of you needed to know. What he thought, what he was thinking now, what he felt. You shouldn’t ask, but you couldn’t stop yourself.
“Thought what?”
You could see that he regretted letting the words slip. “I thought things would be…” he trailed off for a moment, searching your eyes with a hint of desperation, “I don’t know, I just thought it’d be different from this, after—“
His teeth ground together. A quiet curse escaped him as he hung his head in defeat. He knew as well as you that this conversation would only breed more unease. You swallowed, taking a moment to centre yourself.
“We can’t be like that” you muttered.
You knew it was cruel, that he didn’t deserve to hear it put so bluntly, nor did he deserve what had already happened. You had been cruel, consistently, in entertaining this idea of the two of you, and even crueller in making him believe it could be. That was why this was necessary. It couldn’t go on.
He was quiet for a long moment, and when he spoke, it was uncharacteristically timid, his words almost shy.
“Would it be so bad?” he asked.
“Yes! Well, no it— but we can’t, I mean— I don’t know!” you could feel your breath becoming short again, and Wolffe placed his hands on your shoulders.
“Hey, breathe” he spoke softly.
You didn’t deserve him, that was clear to you now. He was too gentle, too good to you when you didn’t deserve it. Your breath steadied under his touch, and you couldn’t face pushing him off this time.
“This is what’s got you worked up?” he asked, and you nodded in reply. His face softened, and he raised a hand to your cheek. “Ner cyare” he whispered, “please don’t trouble yourself over me”
“I can’t help it Wolffe, I—”
I love you
You could so easily say it, and you would mean it, but putting it out into the world would go beyond crossing the line.
“I’m sorry, that I’ve been pulling away, but I can’t— I can’t do this” you insisted, gesturing vaguely between the two of you, unable to name exactly what it was.
“Why not?”
It was a simple question, but the answer was far more complicated. Wolffe gave you nothing but patience as he waited for the reply. His gaze was soft, as soft as it got with him at least, though any amount of tenderness that could be drawn from the man would be considered a feat. It was part of the reason that you struggled to answer him. It was simply too distracting, witnessing the depth of his feelings for you first hand.
When the two of you had slipped up, spent the night with limbs entangled in the cot just a few short steps from you now, it had somehow not occurred to you that Wolffe was in just as deep as you. He had shown his admiration in more ways than one; whispers against your lips and skin, tender touches and a sense of care in every endeavour. In the throws of pleasure it hadn’t registered as anything but that — seeking pleasure.
Now you weren’t sure.
“Because…” you began, barely uttering the word.
There were reasonings you could use, but none would present themselves as you looked into his eyes and were confronted with the depth of your own feelings.
“Because…?” he prompted, and you couldn’t help but sigh.
“Because nothing” you frowned, “because I’m a fool, and because you don’t deserve the only kind of relationship I could give you”
Wolffe matched your frown, “what’s that supposed to mean?”
“Think about it Wolffe, I’m… I’m a Jedi, right? You know what that means?”
He pressed his lips to a hard line, unimpressed at the reminder “I know what it means”
You exhaled shakily, and a sadness washed over you, “I couldn’t… I could only be yours in private, I wouldn’t be able to touch you in front of others, to hold your hand or even smile at you for too long. I wouldn’t be able to show the galaxy how much I love you, and that hurts me”
A second passed, and you realised what had been said.
It was as if an airlock had been opened, and all the air sucked from the room. The both of you stood perfectly still, staring at each other with widened eyes. You had crossed the line. It was all hypothetical up until now. But now, it was real. Neither of you moved, or breathed, until Wolffe let a quick and heavy exhale slip, as if in disbelief.
“Love?”
You swallowed thickly.
“I—“ you bit the inside of your cheek as your cheeks burned hot, “I didn’t mean to… tell you like this”
“Is it true?” he asked, deadly serious. His eyes searched yours, for what you didn’t know, but you knew the answer was already obvious in the way you dropped your gaze guiltily, as if the very act of falling in love were wrong.
“Yes” the whisper had barely left you when Wolffe surged forwards and met your lips with his.
He was warm, inviting, eager. He kissed you like a man starved, as if he’d been waiting a lifetime for this moment, and you let yourself give in. You kissed him back more insistently, and let his tongue pass the seam of your lips as he begged for entrance. His arms wrapped around you, holding you to him tightly, as if he was scared you might slip from beneath his fingertips. This feeling was becoming too known to you, too comfortable. It felt too right.
He pulled away, placing his forehead on yours with intention, “I love you, ner sarad’ika”
Your breath was knocked from you upon hearing the words, and you couldn’t help the way your mouth stretched into a tentative grin. You advanced forwards and pressed a more chaste kiss to his lips, and felt him smile back against you. Something about it set your heart fluttering more than anything before. Wolffe still held you, a hand flat against your back to keep you close, where the other held your jaw.
He ran his thumb over your bottom lip as he regarded you, speaking softly, “you have such a pretty smile”
A heat crept up your neck even now, after everything that had happened. Though soon, it began to transform in its meaning. Your smile faded, tears collecting in your waterline once more, and the heat burned at your collar uncomfortably. You didn’t cry as you had before, but the tears fell freely all the same.
Wolffe sighed, wiping them away with a disapproving shake of his head, “I said not to trouble yourself over me”
Your lips twisted with doubt, “you deserve so much more than this, Wolffe”
“It’s not about what I deserve” he reasoned, “it’s what I want”
“But I can’t give you anything”
“I don’t need anything”
You deflated with a huff, “it’s a lot more complicated than you’re making it out to be”
“I disagree” he mused, pressing a kiss to each cheek to collect the remnants of your tears, “I love you, and for maker knows why, you love me. I think that is all that’s important”
You pressed your lips together to stop them from shaking as you felt yourself welling up again, but Wolffe was all too quick to swoop in.
“We’ll figure it out” he promised, “together”
Looking up at him through teary eyes, you found your lips twitching upwards, “together”
The word was a comfort. Neither of you would have to navigate the struggle in isolation, you would support each other.
Wolffe nodded against you, and took your hands in his. You only realised now how they were shaking, and he pressed his forehead into yours with more purpose, peering deeply into your eyes as if he were looking upon your very soul.
“Come lie with me, let me hold you”
Your brow pinched, and you nodded your head in reply. He tugged you over to your cot gently and laid you down in the soft sheets, then stripped himself of his armour to lay beside you.
No more words were exchanged that night, for everything had already been said. His body was warm against yours, and though it didn’t magically lull you to sleep immediately, it was an undeniable comfort. Wolffe fell into unconsciousness before you did, his arms still wrapped tightly around you. Watching him rest calmed your mind. It gave you faith that any hardship the two of you faced going forward would be worth it. He was worth it.
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#hello clone nation i hath returned#trex’s 200 follower celebration#trex writings#star wars#the clone wars#tcw#clones#star wars clones#clone troopers#clone x reader#wolffe x reader#commander wolffe#tcw wolffe#commander wolffe x reader#clone commander wolffe#dividers by saradika#writing this made me realise maybe I just have insomnia lmao
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Clone High is 22 today yay
hope i'm not late.... well, another year passed and clone high stays iconic and funny as hell!! happy birthday, the best show in the world!!
#clone high#clone high fanart#digital art#i know it's lazy!!!#but i wanted to celebrate so i just had to draw something!!#hope you like it anyway#i put my soul in this lol#lol this random ass cake on the table#I LOVE DRAWING CAKES FOR BIRTHDAYS OKAAAYYY#IT'S MY HOBBY
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Could I have #88 and #97 with Captain Rex, pretty please...??
JUST MARRIED PAIRING: Captain Rex x GN! Reader
#88 | “Don’t panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married…” #97 | “I want you and I know you want me too.”
GENRE: Fluff WARNING: none A/N: Since I got prompted #88 by an anon who asked for no one in particular, I mixed up your request with theirs. Thanks for requesting!
MASTERLIST | MOMOJEDI'S 300 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION
"Mhi solus tome,
Mhi solus dar’tome.
Mhi me’dinui an,
Mhi ba’juri verde."
Intense concentration furrows my brow as I massage my temples, striving to translate the unfamiliar words. "For fuck's sake," I mutter, frustration punctuating each syllable as I kick a nearby pebble with surprising strength, eliciting a muffled groan and the metallic clang of beskar as it ricochets off a distant helmet.
Two weeks may not seem long, especially when operating undercover among a terrorist faction whilst the galaxy is engulfed in war. It would probably be advisable to keep a cool head and avoid making a big deal out of insignificant subjects—such as unfamiliar phrases. However, when those words escape the lips of your longtime crush, delivered with an unexpected fervor while locking passionate eyes with you in a language foreign to your ears...
Well, needless to say, I've devoted more time to overthinking it than I care to admit.
When General Skywalker tasked us with shadowing Death Watch until the Jedi Council reached more intel, I hadn't given it much thought... admittedly, he hadn't specified that by "us" he didn't mean Ahsoka and me, as usual, but rather the captain of the 501st and myself—the very someone I've harboured feelings for since the day we met.
Nevertheless, I maintained my composure, played my part, and stayed under the radar, much like Rex, until Death Watch proposed an elaborate ceremony—a ceremony whose name I could barely pronounce, let alone understand its significance. Before any suspicion could arise, Rex quickly agreed in my place, and now here I am, entangled in some eerie ritual with a military captain whose gaze seemed entranced, so intense was his focus.
"If I had my datapad right now...," I hiss under my breath, casting blame on whoever decided I should leave my sole translation device behind. Likely Skywalker.
The crunch of gravel under heavy boots interrupts my daydreaming. I spin around sharply, only to find the very man haunting my mind approaching. "I figured I'd find you here," Rex hums as he settles beside me. "Yeah," I reply with a dry laugh, brushing the dust off my hands. "Sorry, I suppose I just needed... alone time. After everything yesterday, you know?" Rex's eyes widen almost comically, and he sheepishly scratches the back of his neck. "Oh... yeah."
The ensuing silence gnaws at my nerves, prompting me to pop the question after another agonising five minutes. "Hey, about that... what did those words mean, anyway?" "I'm not sure what you're referring to," Rex responds, avoiding my gaze. I gulp. He can't have forgotten, can he? "Come on, Rex... It seemed significant." After a moment's hesitation, Rex sighs, running a hand over his buzzcut before raising his head to face me, though still evading it. "I..." "Yes?" "Alright, fine. [Name], don't panic, but... we might have accidentally... gotten married."
...
"WHAT?"
"Shh!" Rex quiets me with a gentle hand over my mouth, his eyes darting cautiously around us before he releases me. I shake my head slowly, puzzled. "Sorry, but what?" "The, um, the words... they were Mandalorian wedding vows," he admits, his tone tinged with uncertainty. I can't help but laugh. Married? Us? "You're joking." "Unfortunately not," he replies, a slight smile tugging at his lips, before his expression shifts to sheepishness as he rubs the back of his neck. "Though I do believe you'd make an excellent partner." Suppressing a chuckle, I ignore the warmth creeping into my cheeks.
"Actually, I realized we needed a distraction when I overheard some members gossiping behind our backs. They were growing suspicious, so I thought perhaps they'd relax if we participated in some traditions." Rex sighs, examining a pebble he's picked up. I shoot him a hopeful sidelong glance before quickly looking away, feeling my heart quicken.
Force, this man is captivating.
Silence envelops us once more as we both drift deeper into our own thoughts. When I sense the gravel shifting under his weight, I raise an eyebrow. "It wouldn't bother me, you know?" A lump forms in my throat, causing a series of coughs to escape at his words. "Wh-what?" "Being with you." Suddenly, his warm yet weighty hand finds mine. Sweat prickles at my heated skin as I keep my gaze fixed ahead.
"R-rex, are you suggesting...?" "[Name]," he interrupts, turning to face me. Before I can evade his gaze, he gently lifts my chin, compelling me to meet his eyes. I run my tongue over my dry lips, which his gaze is now fixated on. "I want you. And I know you want me, too." His proximity sends shivers down my spine as goosebumps ripple over my arms and back. His newfound confidence is palpable. "I've noticed the way you look at me, how you stare. I know, [name]," he murmurs against my lips, "what do you think?"
I flush, gripping his wrist as I lock eyes with his warm gaze. "I think you're right." Rex chuckles deeply, resonating like a rumble in his chest. "Good." And before I realize it, his lips meet mine,
Time seems to slip away as I surrender completely to the kiss. Eventually, Rex pulls back, leaving me breathless, and flashes me a mischievous grin.
“So, about that wedding night…”
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my countdown to star wars celebration: a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away... [favorite part of the star wars universe]
This is a story that I have mentioned multiple times on my blog. When I watched A New Hope as a kid, I did not care for it one bit. It did not pique my interest at all and I actually found the Family Guy spoof of it so much better. It was not until my sister forced me to attend the midnight release of Rogue One that I had my eyes opened to the epic-ness that was the GFFA. So, I took the plunge and finally started watching the films in release order. I knew that there was so much to Rogue One that I had missed with the very little SW lore that I knew. And I can't like things a normal amount. So, of course, this ended up taking up my every waking thought henceforth. From the moment I watched The Phantom Menace, I knew my life was never going to be the same. And it hasn't been. I am a prequels enthusiast through and through! I cannot think of a (canon) Star Wars project set in the prequels era that has not completely captivated and enthused me. And these characters are the dearest to my heart.
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Can you make a compilation of Padmes various outfits throughout the show?
Ordered by first appearances.
Film/S1 Blue Senate gown

2. Film/108 Genosis White Combat outfit. The headscarf was white in the film like epII and purple in 108


3. 104 Red & Brown Combat outfit (also in 117, 215, 305)

4. 117 Blue travel outfit (also in 204)

5. 117 Hazmat suit

6. 122 Simplified epII Purple Senate gown (also in: 204, 219, 304, 307, 311)

7. 204 Purple Evening dress

8. 305/7 Brown speech dress

9. 310 Orange Civilian disguise

10. 308/311 Casual dress (white in 308 and green in 311)


11. 308/311 Red dress

12. 401 Scuba suit

13. 404 epI Theed combat outfit

14. 418 epIII Purple "Liberty Dies" Senate gown (also in 605)

15. 520 Grey Court room dress

16. 605 Mustafar pregnant outfit

17. 606 epIII Reddish Brown Senate dress (this dress first appeared in 415 for a second in grey)

18. 606 Black evening dress

Bonus: Funeral dress from Tales of the Jedi

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