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dickarchivist · 19 days ago

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I've got you

Clone OC Banshee × GN-Reader

Word Count: 727

Prompt: "back hugs" from @littlemissmanga and "comfort fic for nonverbal reader" from @nika6q

Song: Get You The Moon by Kina (feat. Snøw)

Rating: PG, but as always Minors DNI 🔞

Contents and Warnings: hurt/comfort, light swearing, Banshee kicks a door down in the name of love.

Summary: It's been a long time since Banshee's been home, and the stress of life has you overwhelmed at the worst possible time: right when Banshee gets home.

Author's Notes: another Banshee POV!!! Some hurt/comfort this day. Sorry it's so short, and not at all what I've been saying I'd write next, but at least it's something.

Taglist: @returnofthepineapple @wizardofrozz @eclec-tech @dystopicjumpsuit @clonethirstingisreal @wings-and-beskar @multi-fan-dom-madness @starrylothcat @n0vqni @sev-on-kamino @mythical-illustrator @523rdrebel @littlemissmanga @atomickidsoul @moonwreckd

"Hey Ban~ Today is day 43 of our tragic separation, you're millions of miles away, and it's not fair. So today at work..."

"Day 55 of "No Banshee hugs for me". Seriously, when are you coming home? I miss you. Anyway, my Tooka came back from the vet today- oh right, I adopted a tooka kitten yesterday, I bet you can't guess what I named him-"

"Day 97, Rai told me you miss me. I just... I wish I could hear it from you. I know, I know it's not easy, I know you don't talk, I just-- I'd do anything to have you with me, just so I could understand that you miss me..."

"Day 122... I wish you'd come home..."

I've been listening to your recordings every day since I was deployed. All 132 of them. Every single day since we left, you sent me a diary of your day, stars I can't tell you how much I needed every single one of those. Running through battle fire, hearing you laugh about what "Banbino" was doing. I can't believe you named your tooka after me.

I've thought about you every second of the days. How your hair is tossed in the morning, how you scrunch your nose at how I make Caf... don't be mad, but I still haven't learned how to make it proper. The way your voice sounds and feels when you put my hands on your throat and chest, so I can feel every way you say you love me... I've thought about being with you again since the second I turned to leave 132 days ago.

So why am I stuck behind your front door? I can't even raise my hand to knock. Can't even enter the code to your flat... it's my number, you told me that so long ago now... I've been keeping track, I know it's your day off, I know you're just right behind this damn door so why can't I open it!? Come on Banshee! Open the door! Open the damn door, they're right on the other side, just open--

I... I heard that. Did you fall? Are you hurt? No, no don't be hurt I'm so bad at medical. C'mon, karkin' door open! Remind me to fix your locks, I'll replace them, I swear. Oh fuck, the hinges too, I uh... I kicked a little too hard, I think...

"Ban...?" You're crying... why... why are you crying?

When you hold your arms out to me, I dont even take a full step forward before you recoil and cover your face with a racking sob. I don't stop moving. I can't, you need me. I get to one knee behind you and gently rub your back, but it only makes you curl in on yourself more... what can I do for you?

Carefully I sit behind you, and collect you up in my arms, your back pressed to my chest. With my helmet off, I put my head on your shoulder, "I've got you, Cyare... I'm here."

You sound like me a moment, trying to talk, trying to force words. I shush you, leaning my head on yours and swaying softly. Eventually, you turn around, and bury your face in my neck. When I hum, you start to relax in my arms, and eventually, I can't help the little chuckle in my throat. You're snoring... Stars I love you.

It's another hour before you wake up. I moved us to your bed, and had since changed into the civvies you'd gotten me. Softer clothes, I figured you'd like it more than my hard armor...

"Banshee? You're... you're really home? I'm s-sorry, I'm sorry for-- I-I was just- I was so--" your blush when I press my lips to yours, it's so warm I could feel it on my own skin.

"I... it's okay, y-you don't ha-have to expl-pl-plain." Your eyes shine at the sound of my voice... I wish I could talk better, I'd speak for you all the time. "I've g-got you, Cyare."

You nod and set your head back on my chest. As I hum again, you join in, mumbling the words under your breath when you feel up to it. Take your time, Cyare. I know how hard it is to talk, I'm not going anywhere.

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adhd-coyote · 4 months ago

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Day 3 of posting my clone babies as I go through the process of organizing them!! Today I shall be introducing my ocs from the 104th 41st! There's just five of them today, I don't have near as many ocs in other battalions as I do the 212th and Corries. I need to fix that.

@whiskygoldwings @grackle-draws @thivell @the-starry-seas (if anyone else would like to be tagged, just lemme know!

Iggy

He/It

"Iggy" is short for "Ignition"

Demolitionist, and loves doing his job

"My pronouns are fuck around/find out, whether that is a threat or a goal depends on the day."

Dating Petrichor

Nerves

They/Them

Medic

Selectively mute; was reconned as a younger cadet and hasn't liked talking since

Seeing them angrily scold someone in sign is the best thing

Dyed their hair Wolfpack Grey

Miko

He/Him

Captain

Loves plants

Quiet but not shy, just prefers to listen rather than talk

Very observant and quick-thinking, which is how he got such a high rank

Petrichor

He/They

Named himself after the smell that's left behind after the rain, because it's always raining on Kamino and they wanted to know what After the Rain smelled like

Very soft and sweet

Talented parkourist

Flick

Sergeant

Tattoo under his eye says "shab", which means fuck in Mando'a. I think he got it on a dare? Still unsure on the details lol

An asshole, but the good kind

No-nonsense, except when he's drunk

#clone troopers #clone trooper oc #coyotes clone chaos #star wars #the clone wars #tcw #iggy #nerves #miko #petrichor #flick #cloneshipping

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independent-variables · 8 months ago

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HELLO !!!

Having now finished binging all of your star wars fics, I come here asking for some recs. Just any of your favourites, bonus points if it will cause emotions (and tears).

Also can't stress enough how much I love your writing, it's so so brilliant <3

(this is neptunesenceladus btw, tumblr hates me and won't let me send asks with a side blog so you get this one)

HI!!! Good to see you, good to see you <3 Always happy to provide recs <3 <3 <3

I want you to know I went through my bookmarks and pulled like sixty fics and had a brief moment of panic, so this is not all of my recs just the first... thirty, or so. If none of these are appealing, oh boy, do I have more!

This list is not in any order other than bookmark order, most are on the shorter side, most are Gen and I am pretty sure all are complete. I tried to warn for stuff that could be a squick when I remembered.

False Dichotomy by nsmorig

Starting off strong with my favorite Cody fic of all time. If you read nothing else on this list I encourage you to read this (if the tags are not a squick) because it will re-shape your brain and shatter your heart into tiny pieces. Basic premise is Force Sensitive Cody gets captured by Dooku and survives torture, experimentation, and imprisonment while trying to figure out his relationship to the Force and to his personhood, and the ways those things are connected.

What's in a Name by Sankt

This is about Fordo post war and it’s phenomenal characterization.

The Last Poem of Jedha by schweinsty

How Bohdi Rook becomes a rebel and writes a poem.

you're like a loaded gun by kazhan

Ok this is E and also Underage, so maybe it’s a skip, but it’s teen Boba/Cal trying to navigate sex and love and secret identities and it’s so fucked up and so good.

chicken, cattle and cat by deniigiq

Obi-Wan and Maul living in domestic dis-harmony on Tatooine. What more could you ask.

Little things [are the reason to live] by i_will_bite

Clone medics navigating a slightly hostile working environment and trying to make it less hostile T-T

Two brothers (and a kid) by meerlicht

What if. Waxer and Boil just stayed on Ryloth, with Numa. What then?

with poise, with grace by andeemae

Stone falls through a hole in a roof and falls in love. Beautiful clone/OC romance and very cute kids, doesn’t shy away from the difficulties of being a clone in love with a civilian. Very much an inspiration for me.

second time around by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters

This is another one I wasn’t sure I wanted to put on here because it deals briefly with rape, but it’s such a wonderfully fucked up take on Anakin and Rex’s relationship. Or, how Vader views Rex.

The Desert Storm by Blue_Sunshine

If you are looking for an epically long series to get invested in I highly recommend checking this one out. This series and its sister-series are some of the best characterization and worldbuilding for Jedi I have ever had the pleasure of reading and it is a fix-it in all the messy, hard, terrible ways people don’t usually write fix-its.

Shape-Changer by Fialleril

This is a foundational fic for me. Incredible Tatooine worldbuilding. Inspired me to write the way I write.

The Sun Is Bright, The Sun Is Blue by ambiguously

CUT AND SU ORIGIN STORY!!!

most things may never happen: this one will by jaigeye

This is brutal but what if you were a droid and you had to dissect a person.

Bad Deal by FettsOnTop (GTFF)

Boba/Lando my beloved. A brief look into their relationship and into Lando’s thoughts leading up to Han and them’s arrival.

and the Force is with me by sauntering_down

Rex and Ahsoka and the way the war changed them, and what they can and cannot do in the aftermath.

Twilight on Owl Creek Bridge by yellow_caballero

The Fox fic of all time. What if you were trapped in a time-loop with a ghost from the future but your life is so monotonous and simultaneously bizarre you don’t even notice.

Fishhooks by yellow_caballero

The Boba fic of all time. This author does not write much for SW but every time they do it’s iconic. What if you were a teenager running away from home but also a perfect clone of your father created to be him but better but also his because you will never escape his body and his ownership and his love. What then.

Staring into open flame by SLWalker

This is such a beautiful and heartbreaking read, it’s basically exploring what would have to happen for Maul and Obi-Wan to have a genuinely healthy and happy relationship post murder and bisection.

Energy Drink Fox by carrinth

The crack comic of all time. What if Fox had space Monster.

lost cause by catboydogma

The foundational Dogma fic. The fic that got me wondering about how clones spend their time on Coruscant.

the married au by dharmaavocado

Clone rebellion my beloved. Basic premise is the clones took over Kamino and then went out into the galaxy as a mercenary army of sorts. Rex and Cody are finding their place in the world, creating business partnerships, falling in love, manipulating public perception of clones. (Background clonecest, not between Rex and Cody.)

#cordelia answers asks #i am so incredibly flattered you enjoyed my fic #hopefully some of these fics give context for why i write what i write and can get you started with new authors #thank you again <3 #fic recs #star wars fic

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warsamongthestars · 1 month ago

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Emerie was (one of many) wasted original characters for TBBshow, y'know?

Like...

... I don't feel for her. Yeah, it seems like she's set up to be Omega's parallel, and yeah, there was lead up to her declaration of being a clone (more so than whatever fucking lead up S1 had for its finale).

But uh...

What, exactly, is special about her as a character?

Significant personality? No. Even TBBshow's variant of the BBs had Personality for Days. She's got the Overlogical Persona, and only when the Camera was on her for an episode did she decide that she needed the morals of Omega... Frankly, she would've done better being kept an antagonist. ... Hemlock has personality, Rampart has Personality--though I'd argue that they both have the SAME Personality, just in Different Roles (Talk about copypasting your own stuff). ... Infact, she's practically a Tech Copy, that's how little personality they bothered to give her.

Aesthetic? Pff. No. She's caught the Star Wars (and let's face it, most Sci-fantasy shows, video games, media, most of the action genre... most of the adventure genre... you fuckin name it) "Pretty Woman Disease". She's meant to look sexy with very minimum masculine traits. ... Which means she's dull as hell to look at, because there's nothing to catch the eye beyond Barbie Doll. Personally, if I want a barbie doll character, I can just go out and buy Barbie. She's got no freckles, no scars, no significant body phenotype, she only partially looks like a clone (and frankly if they had given her more of a Fett Clone appearance, so like muscles and tallness and strong jaw, that would've given her a damn good eye-catching appearance. ) ( Plus, I like a lady who looks like she can turn my spine into a pretzel. ) She's got no significant armor (Personally I would've loved if she was CX02, because that would've given her Something. )

Her name is Mando'a. "Emuurir'Kar" probably means "Joy" (Emuurir means Enjoyment so...) Which, is a start... But uh, name how many old OCs we all have out there, whose names ended up being Nightshade or Twilight or Rei. You can have a good name, but if there's nothing to back it up... well, its just a title.

I don't see any fanart running around about her... Do you? No fan headcannons, no significant fanfics... That pretty much tells us how the audience thought of her. Which means, it Didn't. Even my headcanons don't really include her, because she's just, not, impactful. At all.

Plot Impact? None that couldn't be done by anyone else. Which isn't just her fault, its one of the many faults of the show itself.

She's just... Not.

Now.

How would I fix her, with the TBBshow plot as it stands?

Easy.

First Draft... Replace Hemlock with Emerie. Make her the fifth enhanced clone, and the missing CT-9902, and make her the CX-02 clone. She didn't just serve the Empire, she served the Republic doing the same thing. She's named joy both out of irony and out of the fact that she "does her duty with fulfillment".

She stayed as Nala Se's former assistant, but when the opportunity came to become the master, she took it. She was the head of project Necromancer, up until Hunter put a spear into her gut.

This Emerie gets S1 foreshadowing with the dead and experimentation on clones.

The mention of the fifth enhanced clone gets small beats of silent drama, which will tell the audience that meeting this character would not be a good thing.

Second Draft. Emerie is an entirely new character placement, and actually gets placed on Crosshair's elite squad in S1. He has no idea who the fuck this is, as they never sleep in the same quarters.

She has the same armor type, though not coloring, as CX-02.

Come S1 Finale, she picks Crosshair up from the platform, and finally removes her helmet, showing her off to be a Lady and a Medic.

S2, they're kept apart, until the end, where Emerie shows how tired she is of serving the "greater good", and being the Medic in a meta-narrative sense, allows her to save Tech as well.

S3, and the Bad Batch are eventually united by the end as a complete Squad.

Third Draft She's actually been with Clone Force 99 all along, but has to stay on Kamino for half the missions because she's Nala Se's main assistant. This would go on to be the reason why she wouldn't have appeared in TCWshow during main scenes with Nala Se (such as the Conspiracy Arc), but also why she wouldn't have appeared on Anaxes.

And she just follows the adventures as a brand new character, with her own set of armor and abilities.

As for personality quirks... Think, exaggerated Mad Scientist with Supervillian attachment--after all, she's been around too many Kaminonians, but she's also apart of the Super Duper Awesome Squad. You think, at first, she's going to be like Tech... but instead she's more emotive, more prone to supervillian-like behavior (maniacal laughter, dramatic scenes, chewing the scenary), sometimes even overhonesty. She's the Stan to Tech's Ford, the Doofensmirtz's to Hunter's platypus, the giggly bitch to Wrecker's rambunctious laughter. She absolutely delights in small torments, (provided it doesn't actually hurt anyone--she is still a medic after all), and she has a loud aggravated sigh when she isn't allowed to handle the rocket launcher.

( ... I may or may not have thought about this a bit. )

She's only called Emerie by the RCs because she once had a mission with Boss's crew.

What her new name would be, I have no fuckin idea, but it will not be Patches. (I have run into too many medic OCs called Patches, Patches is a dull name now to me. )

Anyway.

I don't like how TBBshow handles Emerie Karr. Frankly, its also pretty indicative on how Star Wars, post OG, handles a lot of its women characters... But my rage is pretty centered on TBBshow right now.

So, Emerie.

#star wars #star wars the bad batch #analysis #criticism #speculation #emerie karr #tbb emerie karr #meeting the bechdel test isn't an achievement its the bare minimum--the standard #meeting the bechdel test but still failing the finkbeiner test is still a failure of character writing

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lonewolflupe · 3 months ago

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jedi-princess-kestis · 8 months ago

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Pairing: Clone Medic Kix / F! OC

Summery: After a long and tremendous battle, the 501st and the 212 have a moment to sit down and have a relaxing moment together. Kix and Brit make sure that they know their Brothers in arms know just how much they love them.... And the couple reminds each other how much they love one another.

Warnings: swearing, talk of war and blood, drinking, smut (minors be gone!), fluff.

Word Count: 3K +

Tired.

Ha! That was an understatement.

More like dead inside.

That's how the 501st and the 212th felt after a week long battle. One that never seem to end. Clone medic Kix was tried from treating all the wounds and injuries among the men and the Jedi. He worked endlessly alongside his Partner and girlfriend Brit Jetmarr. She was a beautiful woman with a big heart. Her shoulder blade length blonde hair was piled up into a bun on top of her head. She had green eyes, green like the forests of Naboo. Her sunkissed skin seemed to glow in the soft sunlight of the early morning light. Dried blood was on her hands and arms, same as Kix's. They had spent most of the night patching up a badly wound clone trooper. It seemed like the blood and death and pain was never going to end In this campaign. Kix watched as Brit rolled her shoulders and hung her head trying to relieve some of the tension in them.

When he first met Brit it was a few short months after he became the head medic of the 501st. She was bright eyed and eager to learn. Only 21 when they met, having grown up learning to be a doctor her whole life. She was from Naboo, and was close friends with the Senator, having gone on mission with her as a healer till she become more intuned with surgeries and other things to turn her into a medic of war. Now her eyes seemed a bit duller, her skin a bit less smooth, her hair shorter and thicker. Her once pretty nails where now clipped close and dull. On Naboo she wore makeup, now she worn none. But to Kix she was still the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He hated how the war was taking a toll on her, aging her faster then she deserved. Draining the life from her tired soul.

"Come Darling, let's get something to eat. Maybe we can find a moment to rest." Kix said softly as he took her hand and brushed his thumb over her knuckles. He watched as she smiled tired at him and nodded her head.

"Come on then." Said in a honey like voice as she tugged his hand. They walked hand in hand to the dining hall of the camp. Kix opened the door and let her walk inside first, running a tired hand over hai short hair. The couple walked over to where the food was being served and grabbed a plate of food. Kix carried her plate for her, letting her pick a table. Brit sat down next to Jesse, who was sitting with Rex, Cody, Hardcase, Fives and Dogma.

"Hey boys, Captain, Commander." Kix said to his brothers.

"Hello Vod. Hello Brit." Jesse said as he patted Brit on the shoulder. Brit smiled up at the Arc trooper and ran a hand over his hair, messing it up. She laughed as Jesse groaned and tried to fix his hair.

"Did you two hear the news?" Rex asked.

Brit and Kix looked at each other before shaking their tired heads.

"We have been in the med tent all night. What's going on?" Answered Brit as she took a forkful of food.

"We won the campaign. The fighting is over on this planet." Cody spoke up.

"Mar'e!" At last! Kix cheered as he high fived Hardcase. The boys all cheered and Brit let out a long sigh of relief. She slumped back into her chair and smiled.

"Thank the Maker."

"Let's celebrate! It's been a week of hell. So let's do a bonfire tonight and just relax before we move on to the next fight." Declared Fives as he slammed a hand onto the table. Cody and Rex looked at each other before smiling at the troopers and medics.

Rex finally said "I think we earned it."

The table cheered and Brit and Kix smiled at each other. They were happy to have a night filled with drinking and relaxing and just some quiet. After a week of literal hell filled with blood and death, they needed a little happy to pull themselves back together. The gang finished eating their food, talking about the bonfire later that night. Cody and Rex were going to tell the Generals and Commander Ahsoka while Jesse and the rest of the boys told the others. Kix and Brit were going to clean up and take a well deserved nap so they could function better later in the day.

After they all were done eating Kix took Brit's hand and walked with her to their shared tent. They walked slowly among the other troopers, tanks and guns that lined their camp. Once they got to their tent near the medical tent, Kix held the flap open for Brit. He gave her ass a playful slap as she walked past him and he couldn't help but laugh at the dirty glare she shot over her shoulder.

Kix followed her inside and started to unclip his armour, taking off the top part so he was only in his Blacks. He watched as Brit pulled off her chest plate, and shoulder plates. She didnt wear a full Armor, but made sure her torso and arms where covered to protect her. He watched as she let her blonde hair out of it bun. The waves of gold framed her face and he smiled softly to himself. Brit looked up to see him staring at her and she raised an eyebrow at him with a small half smile.

"What are you looking at Kix?" She asked softly. He reached forward and brushed some hair off her face. She leaned into his touched and sighed.

"The most beautiful women I've ever seen." He whispered before leaning down to place a soft kiss on her lips. He felt her sigh against his lips and loop her arms around his neck. He placed his hands on her hips and kissed her a bit deeper. Brit smiled against his lips and pushed her hands against his shoulders.

"We can do this later tonight. I need sleep handsome." She giggled as she ran a hand through his hair. "I miss your patterns.... and your tattoo." She smirked at him. Kix groaned at the mention of his tattoo.

"Not my proudest moment... getting that tattoo." He said rubbing the back of his neck. Brit chuckled before laying down on their sleeping mat. She held the blanket up so he could crawl under with her.

"Maybe not but its one of the reasons I fell for you. I thought you looked very badass for a medic with a head tattoo." She smirked up at him. Kix chuckled and nuzzled his face into her neck, leaving soft little kisses. He sighed and pulled her closer, letting their bodies mold into one.

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum." I love you. Kix whispered to her before they both drifted off to sleep.

Sometime later that day, Brit and Kix woke up to see the sun had crossed the sky. It was evening by the time they woke up, and a few of the clones had already started getting a bonfire going, as well as moving logs and mats out to sit around the fire. Cody and Rex got food from the supply ship, and Fives, Echo and Hardcass hunted some of the local game to cook fresh meat. Brit decided against wearing her armour and wore a pair of tan pants and a black off the lose shoulder shirt to be comfortable on their night of freedom. Kix had just his Blacks on down to the waist, his white and blue armour still on his legs and hips. Kix had grabbed his guitar and followed Brit out to the bonfire. Soon most of the troopers of the 501st and 212th were around the huge fire, a smaller one going a few few away to cook the game. Brit and Kix sat next to Echo, Fives, Hardcase, Rex, Cody and Jesse. Anakin, Ahsoka and Obi-wan sat a few spaces away, talking to Tup and Dogma.

"This is nice. After that week of hell, we needed this." Jesse said leaning back on his elbows letting the fire warm his feet. He sat next to Kix, eating some of the food that was available to the group. He looked over at Kix and Brit and gave them a light smile. "We have all done what we could."

"Its been alot. So many Vods dying. But their deaths are not in vain. We won this fight." He added to Jesse's statement. The others around him nodded their heads in agreement. Kix sighed and leaned against Brit, pulling her close.

"We did all we could. We saved who we could. Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la." Not gone, merely marching far away. Kix said as he stared at the fire.

The group grow quite as they remember the fallen, a peaceful hush with the roar of the blazing fire in front of them. Brit laid her head on Kix shoulder, feelings his arm pull her in tighter. The air was filled with the smell of smoke and the flowers in the trees around them. She looked around at the men that have become her family over the years. Fives and Echo picking on each other, Jesse and Hardcase talking about the latest blasters, Tup annoying Dogma, Anakin picking on Ahsoka and Obi-wan shaking his head trying not to laugh. These people have become her home, her life, her family.

Kix moved to grab his guitar, pulling it onto his lap. He leaned over and kissed Brit's cheek before he started strumming some cords. The clones around him, and the Jedi all turned to listen to him play the guitar, their eyes never leaving him.

"When we were young we were the ones

The kings and queens oh yeah, we ruled the world

We smoked cigarettes man no regrets

Wish I could relive every single word." His voice was soft and clear, reaching the ears of those sitting around the huge fire.

"We've taken different paths

And travelled different roads

I know we'll always end up on the same one when we're old

And when you're in the trenches

And you're under fire I will cover you." He glanced around at his brothers, meeting their eyes as he sang. He knew they knew this song was about them, about the fallen soldiers they did everything to save. He sang for the bond that couldn't be broken between them.

"I've got you brother-er-er-er

I've got you brother-er-er-er

I've got you brother-er-er-er."

Brit watched as her lover sang. His voice clear and pure as he poured his heart into the lyrics, his soul bared for them all to see.

"Oh brother, we'll go deeper than the ink

Beneath the skin of our tattoos

Though we do share the same blood

You're my brother and I love you that's the truth".

Fives sat up straighter as he listened to the music, his eyes never leaving his Vod. Jesse leaned against Hardcase who was sitting next to him. Echo had his arm resting on Fives' shoulder.

"We're living different lives

Heaven only knows

If we'll make it back With all our fingers and our toes

5 years, 20 years, come back

It will always be the same".

The emotion was raw in Kix's voice as he kept going, the lyrics pouring off his lips.

"If I was dying on my knees

You would be the one to rescue me

And if you were drowned at sea

I would give you my lungs so you could breathe

I've got you brother-er-er-er

I've got you brother-er-er-er"

Then Cody and Brit joined in, matching their tones to Kix's, singing along matching harmonies with him.

"And if we hit on troubled waters

I'd be the one to keep you warm and safe

And we'll be carrying each other

Until we say goodbye on our dying day

Because I've got you brother-er-er-er

I've got you brother-er-er-er

If I was dying on my knees

You would be the one to rescue me

And if you were drowned at sea

I would give you my lungs so you could breathe"

Their voices were clear and bright, blending together perfectly. They sang with their hearts, pouring their love for their family onto the song. Then it dropped back down to Kix, as he finished the song.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

I've got you brother-er-er-er

I've got you brother-er-er-er."

He strummed the last cord of the song, his heart filled with emotions. He glanced around at his Vods and his girlfriend, their eyes glassy with tears threatening to spill. They all began clapping, his brothers slapping his back and knees. The Generals and Commander Tano smiling at the group of clones around them. They knew what family meant to their men, how tight knit they are.

Kix felt Brit lean against him and he pulled her close, nuzzling his nose into her warm soft hair. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes as he let a tear slip down his face into her hair. He kissed her head and then looked around at his men. He would do anything to keep his brothers alive. For them to make it to the end of the war. For them to have a chance to live a life outside of the horror that followed them day and night.

"How about a game of Sabacc!?" Fives called out as he pulled out a deck of cards.

"Make it more interesting. Drinking Sabacc!" Hardcase grinned. He loved drinking games that laid to his brothers acting like idiots. Rex shock his head and Cody laughed. Soon bottles of liquor were being passed around as the game began. Shot being thrown back as losers had to take drinks. Kix and Birt watched Fives get his ass handed to him as they played, the couple choosing to watch instead of play. As the night went on and more and more soldiers got drunk, smiling and laughing for the first time in weeks. Kix placed his hand on Brit's thigh, giving it a squeeze. He saw her glance up at him through her eyelashes and he smiled softly before his lips found her neck behind her ear.

"Why dont we go back to our tent?" He whispered in her ear as he squeezed her thigh again. He felt her shiver against him, her head nodding yes. He smiled and grabbed her hand, pulling her along. A few of the men whistled at them as they walked away from the group, but they paid them no mind. They hadn't had a moment, a real moment of intimacy in weeks. All's he wanted was to feel close to his love again. He pulled her along back to their shared tent. He pushed open the flap of the tent and let her walk past before pulling the flap shut, trying it on the inside so no one could open it from the outside.

Her turned and looked at Brit, her cheek flushed, her breathing a bit faster them normal. He stepped closer to her and ran his thumb over her lips.

"You are so beautiful." He whispered as he grabbed her belt lop, tagging her body sharply till it was flush with his. He grinned down at her as a small gasp left her lips. He crashed his lips to hers, nipping at her bottom lip. Soon their tongues were fighting for dominance, hands roaming each others bodies. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and tugged it up and over her head, their lips breaking apart of a split second before connecting again. His hands ran over the smooth skin of her back and sides, pulling her as close to his body as he could. He felt her hands start to pull at the straps of his armour around his hips and thighs and he pulled away to quickly aid in the removal of the heavy armour as it clattered to the ground. He smiled as she tugged at the zipper of his blacks, pulling it down till his chest was exposed. Brit pushed the skin tight material off his shoulders revealing his chiseled tanned chest and torso.

"I could see you a Thousand times without clothes and ever time you'll take my breath away." She whispered to him. Kix smiled and pulled her close once more, placing a soft and warm kiss on her lips.

"I want to make soft, sweet love to you. I want to savor the feel of your body and touch." He growled into her ear as he kissed down her jaw to her neck. He felt her shiver and sigh as his hands made their way down to her hips, pulling the belt around her pants free. He popped open the button and let her pants fall to the floor around her ankles. Brit shivered in the cooler night air that danced around her. Kid's hot breath fanned over her smooth skin at her collarbone and she let out a soft moan. He smiled against her skin before nipping at the soft columnof her neck, leaving a mark on her collarbone, marking what was his. His hands squeezed her hips, rubbing soft circles with his thumbs.

Brit tugged at the pants of his Blacks, trying to push them down his hips. She felt his cock spring free, standing solid like a rod of beskar. She ran her fingers up and down the shaft, feeling his body tremble under her touch. His fingers slipped under the band of her panties, running through her slick folds.

"Maker, Kix.... I need you." She panted as his tongue and teeth danced over the skin of her neck. She pushed is blacks all the way down his legs, his hands pulling her chest wrap off, he panties soon following. He pushed her down onto their sleep mat and crawled on top of her. His eyes were soft yet hungry, and it made her body shiver. Kix smirked up at her before slowing kissing down her body, to the soft curves of her breast. Taking a tight pink bud into his lips he sucked and swirled her nipple around. Her soft moans filled the air around them. Soon his hand joined, taking the other rounded bud, pinching and rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. He felt her nails rake through his hair, tugging it lightly.

"By Force!" Brit moaned as she arched her back. A light sheen of sweat clinged to her skin. Kix smiled against her skin, his lips slowly moving south leaving open mouthed kissed down the valley of her breast to her stomach. His tongue danced across her skin. He used his hands to push her hips down, holding her still as his hot breath fanned over her throbbing core.

His tongue darted out, licking a strip up her dripped core. Brit jumped, arched her hips into his face, trying to find the friction she was desperately craving.

"Marker. Plus don't tease me!" She cried out. Kix chuckled against her throbbing clit, sending a shiver through her body before his lips latched onto her, his tongue swirling and sucking making her head spin. He slipped a finger her her soaking wet pussy, moaning at the feeling of her tight walls pulling at him.

"Fuck you are so tight." He growled as he added another finger, pumping them in and out of her at a pounding pace. He went back to work with his tongue and lips on her clit, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She tugged and pulled at his hair, bucking her hips against his face. He felt her body tremble, her legs tightened around his head. He back arched as a straggled cry left her lips as her high ripped through her body. Kix kept pumping his fingers and sucking on her clit, letting her ride out her blissful high. Once she started calming down he lapped up her juices, licking her clean before slowly crawling up her body. He kissed her lips, letting her taste herself on his lips. She moaned as he panted into the kiss, wrapping her legs around his hips.

"I want you." She panted as she pulled his body closer. He smirked and with a snap of his hips, drove himself deep into her still throbbing pussy. Her cry of pleasure filled his ears as he stalled for a second to let her adjust to his size. Once she nodded her head he began slowly thrusting into her, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in, bottoming out each time. Their bodies danced in a rythm of pushing and pulling, the sound of skin on skin and panting filled the tent. The air around them was hot and heavy, their bodies covered in sweat.

"I'm close darling. Come for me. Come on darling." He growled in her ear snapping his hips harshly against hers, trying to hold off till she stared chasing her high.

"Maker you are so wet and tight. So tight for me. So perfect." He praised her as he snapped his hips into her fast. Brit wrapped her legs around him tighter, her nails running down his back leaving long dark red lines in their wake. He growled as her nails dug into his skin as her high began to build.

"Let go baby." He moaned as his thrusts began to get harsher and faster. His words where all she needed for her high to crash over her body like the waves of Kamino. Kix captured her lips with his, her screams of pleasure melting into the kiss. The feeling of her walls tight and hot around his throbbing cock undid him as he spilled his seed deep into her pussy. Their bodies continued to rock together as they rode their highs together, pulling at each others to milk their highs as long as they could. Their breathing was fast and ridged as their broke their kiss, their highs starting to slowing slip away. Kix slipped out of her cunt, their cum mixing together as it spilled from her. He laid beside her, pulling her body to him as he nuzzled his nose into the skin of her neck.

"I'm so thankful for you. I dont think I could have gotten this far in the war without you Brit." He whispered into her ear as he ran his hand up and down her side. She turned her head to look at him, her eyes shining with love and desire.

"You will always have me beside you. Now and forever My Love." She said to him as she placed her hand on his cheek. He smiled before kissing her lips softly. He pulled her close till their bodies molded together as one, holding each other, drawing out the world outside and the horrors of the war. Right here, right now it was just them, together as close as two people could be. Right now it was just love that filled the air inside of the sounds of war.

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eomereadig · 5 months ago

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Snippet: Comfort Sex

Day 3 prompt for @212thappreciation, featuring Fever, one of my OC clone medics! Sequal to Healing Hands but not an essential first read.

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Captain Gregor/Fever

Rating: E

Tags: vulnerability, power imbalance, cuddling and snuggling, emotional hurt/comfort, handjobs, Fever needs a hug, fluff, possible consent issues?, but they are both very self aware

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He advanced through the locker room and into the adjoining fresher complex, two neat rows of stalls and shining, wet tiled floor. Most of the troopers had come through already, Gregor knew, but a few still remained.

Two troopers from A-squad shared one of the stalls to his left, talking to each other quietly as one washed the other’s hair. Gregor advanced further and saw one of his sergeants showering alone. Though he was jittery with the need to care for someone, he doubted ‘04 would be receptive, known for preferring his own company immediately after battles. Best leave him to it, Gregor thought. It wasn’t his job to pry.

Gregor walked on.

But just as he made to turn, to go back the way he’d come and consign himself to his quarters for a night alone in the dark, or maybe look for an update on the one-footed shiny (CC-8295, he thought he was called), he stopped. In the furthest cubicle, the one up against the wall in the corner, stood a solitary vod, their back to Gregor as they hung their head under the meagre water spray. He might not have known who they were, if they were a friend or a stranger, but he was relieved to see they were unharmed save the bruise blooming over one shoulder.

Gregor took in his slight build and lack of scars. He was a shiny, for sure. And a medic, maybe? Having to heft people to safety all day certainly explained the bruise.

The captain watched them for a long moment. He made no move to get clean, instead simply lingering under the luke-warm spray, head hanging and shoulders hunched as if he were trying to make himself smaller. Gregor watched as his back and shoulders hitched with silent sobs. The shiny looked pretty pitiful all round, even from behind.

His heart swelled with the urge to mend their hurts, to bring the vod to his chest and soothe them, to tuck them in for a good night’s sleep amongst brothers.

A fucking terrible first assignment for a medic, Gregor thought. There would have been so many vod he couldn’t have helped.

Gregor watched their hitching shoulders for a moment longer before coming to a decision. Without a word, he stripped off the top half of his blacks, leaving his lowers on, and shuffled to the stall’s entrance without a word.

The kid either hadn’t sensed, or ignored Gregor’s presence entirely. He was fixated with his hands, scrubbing at his fingers roughly with one of the shitty, regulation wash clothes they all had. From this angle, Gregor couldn’t see much, but their hands looked clean to his eyes - though quite pink from all the scrubbing. He suspected that without intervention, the shiny would scrub all the way down to the bone.

“Hey.” Gregor murmured softly, barely audible over the water. Still, the vod jolted hard. Gregor belatedly realised he’d snuck up on the vod but then again, he looked so jumpy that it probably couldn’t have been avoided either way. They froze when they caught sight of him and blinked owlishly. “I’m Gregor, what’s your name, kid?”

For a long moment, there was no answer. But just as Gregor was debating calling Fix, the CMO far better at dealing with battle shock despite Gregor’s best efforts, the shiny drew breath.

“I’m CT-05-2323, Captain.”

Gregor didn’t recognise the number, but if the kid was indeed a medic, that made sense. Fix was the one to get the shiny medics up to speed, like with all specialists - even if they were attached to his own Company. That being said, the trooper at least knew who Gregor was, which was a good start. He smiled at them, trying to radiate ease and patience.

“You picked out a name yet?” The shiny hesitated to answer and his gaze sunk back down to his hands.

“Fever…” A little unusual for a medic, thought Gregor. Usually they picked something to do with healing rather than the illness themselves, but he’d certainly heard worse from the demolitions squad. Gregor nodded and smiled at him again.

“That was your first battle, I take it?”

Fever nodded and swallowed thickly, turning away from Gregor with a vacant expression and starting to scrub at his nails again. There was a long beat of silence before he spoke again, voice wobbling precariously.

“The training dye comes off a lot easier than this…” Fever’s hands were clean of blood. They had been for some time.

Gregor’s chest clenched in sympathy. He knew he needed to take control of the situation before Fever spiralled any further. He couldn’t, in good conscience, let Fever continue as he was.

“Hell of a first day…” Gregor murmured. There was a hitching hiccup of bitter laughter from Fever. “Mind if I join you? You look like you could use the company.”

“Ok…” Fever turned back to him hesitantly, looking far too vulnerable for Gregor’s tastes. “I don’t think I’m good company right now, though…”

“Neither am I.” Gregor stepped into the cubicle with a gentle smile.

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marierg · 9 months ago

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A Simple Wish

Pairing: Comander Cody x Rowan Atwater OC (written as a reader insert)

Rating: Everybody! (for this chapter at least)

(regular world AU/ zapped into reality AU/ fix-it AU?)

Warnings: holiday depressie, loneliness, language, Hurt/comfort/fluff/comedy...

Honestly though this may get a little more interesting and reflective later so... we'll see.

A/N: So I noticed that some of the peeps (actually a lot of us) are in the bleak midwinter rut and one in particular inspired this little story. @spicyclones79s I hope this is a good start

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Another year and another Christmas spent on your own. With everything being so expensive you couldn't afford to fly home. Not that your Command would give you more than a few days leave anyway, such was military life. Well only a few months left till you hit your ETS and then you'd be outta here. If they wouldn't let you fly combat anymore and the Doc could give you a medical discharge without it interfering with a Civilian flying job then all the better.

To top all of it off this week you'd been trying to kick a cold but damned if it wasn't turning into a sinus infection. Still it was Christmas Eve, tradition demanded that you make some cookies and prepare for Santa to drop off presents. Silly as it was you still wanted to have a Christmas like when you were a kid. So you made a hot toddy (extra strong), set out the cookies and lay down on the couch.

Glancing out the window you caught sight of a shooting star. Maybe there was still something of the bright eyed kid you had once been underneath all the cynicism and pain. Perhaps it was simply that every human looked to the stars in wonder and hope. Closing your eyes and snuggled under the thick fleece blanket you made a wish, "Hey Santa, if you're out there, don't suppose you could send me a friend? Maybe someone brave and smart and patient..."

Glancing at your entertainment center, eye catching on your DVD set of the Clone Wars you smirked. Chuckling at the thought you went for broke, why not. "If Marshal Commander Cody isn't busy for the next oh... forty years that'd be awesome!"

With a little drunken giggle you lay back and drifted off to sleep.

It was just past one in the morning when a solid thud and some creative cursing summoned your mind back to semi consciousness. You thought it might be some of the dude bros from across the hall coming home after too much holiday cheer at the bar. So you rolled over and went back to sleep.

"Can anyone hear me? Hello? Rex..."

Oh this was Kriffing great. Cody couldn't believe this. One minute he's about to be shot while escaping the Empire, the next he's standing in some strange domicile. Glancing around Cody noted the lower use of technology and the darkness outside the windows. He was definitely not where he had been just a few moments ago.

It was a small apartment of some form, second floor above a small town street. Cody also noticed the woman who was asleep on the couch. It was far too dark to take in all her features, but pretty none the less. Easing his way through the space (was that a tree of some form?) and closer to the window he further confirmed that he was not where he should be. Vehicles rolling on wheels, no discernable space port, "Where in Sith hells am I?"

Hearing a distinctly deep, male voice you peeked your eyes open again. Holy shit there was someone in your apartment! Fueled by liquid courage and pure pissed off rage you took the throw pillow and began to bash the stranger. "TAKE THAT YOU CREEP!"

"What the-," Cody wasn't sure if he was being beaten by the small hellion or if this was their way of saying hello. Grabbing the soft cushion out of their hands he took his helmet off with the other. "Whoa.. Hold on... I can explain!"

"Alexa lights on!" The room illuminated immediately. You're not sure what hit the floor first the pillow from his hand or your jaw. "You're... You're..."

Cody had to move quickly to catch the poor little thing as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Great, just great. Placing her back on the padded lounger he elevated her feet and checked her pulse, "Poor girl, must have scared her... hey you still with me?"

Blinking open your eyes you looked up into kind brown ones full of concern. Oh yeah you had had way too much to drink or you were dreaming... except the pounding headache only confirmed that neither of those could be true. The man pulled his gloves off and brushed the hair back from your face, hallucinations weren't solid and they couldn't manipulate your body. Nor do they chuckle when you reach up and touch their face. That scar is so distinctive that there was no question. Squinting at the man you took a deep breath, "Commander Cody?"

"Yes! Do I know you?" Cody lit up at the fact that this Nat born seemed to recognize him.

Watching the man closely you placed the flat of your hand on his cheek, shaking as it was. You couldn't believe it, he was actually here. How? How could he be here?!

"I need to get back, but I don't know where I am?" Cody could see that you were still coming around. He could only hope that you could help him. "Ma'am I need to get back to my brothers they're in trouble."

"You're in North Dakota... Earth." You saw the confusion on his face, you sat up biting your lip. This was the kind of thing that happened in books and TV, not real life. Yet here stood none other than one of the hero's of the grand army of the republic. Giving yourself a good pinch just to confirm that this was real you saw as the man smirked.

"I promise I mean you no harm," Cody wasn't quite sure why he found your reaction so funny but it felt good to laugh. Holding your gaze he tried again, "Is there a spaceport nearby?"

Blowing out a breath you looked at the façade of calm the Commander held to. You'd had that same look many a time in the past and as then you settled on being blunt with the situation. "I'm afraid you're a long way from home Commander."

Cody felt his gut drop, though he tried to remember what General Kenobi would say about the Force working in mysterious ways. The question remained though, "And how do you know me?"

"It's complicated... and I don't think you're going to believe me." Grimacing you sigh, "I don't even think I believe it."

Carefully taking the woman's hand in his own Cody gave it a reassuring squeeze, "Try me."

The next few hours were spent talking, arguing, and confirming the few known facts as the two were able to put together. Cody was not in his own galaxy or time. That after viewing a small clip of a holo film series showing him and his brothers, you explained that he was considered a fictional character. You had been kind enough to take him to the roof to confirm there was not a single recognizable constellation in the sky even. This was a far more primitive world than his own as well, the mechanical devices looked like they were put together by a group of cadets. No, Cody was not where he was supposed to be, nor could either of you explain how he came to be here. He seriously doubted it was because of a wish on a star.

You had been terrified as Cody revealed to you what had been happening right before landing in your living room. That one revelation made you grateful to whatever power had sent him, glad beyond measure that it saved him. Then you were heartbroken seeing the hopeless, lonely look on his face as it started to set in that there was no way to send him home. As you came back to the couch you handed him a cup of tea, "I'm really sorry Commander, truly."

"It's not your fault Rowan, I just wish I knew how they are? If they're safe?" He couldn't yet sip the tea, if he drank it then that meant accepting that this was real, that he was really and truly stuck in this place.

Sitting opposite him you took a deep breath, "I can tell you what I know, at least how the story has been told here. Rex and Wolffe survive and fight against the Empire, Gregor too. Boba is the Daimyo of Tattoine."

"And the others? Wooley, Boil, Fox?"

"I can't say for certain, I'm sorry. But I will tell you that Rex saw the fall of the Empire for sure. He even fought on Endor with the rebel forces there in the beginning of the end. You can be really proud of him," reaching across to pat his hand you felt horrible. This was all your fault!

Cody took hold of your comforting touch, it wasn't often clones were treated kindly by natborns. He felt the momentary stiffness but then the relaxation as he just held on to you. Cautious little thing, but you hadn't crumpled under the impossible situation and instead were being an anchor for him. Cody smiled at your compliment to his brothers, "I'm always proud of my Vod'e."

"I'm sorry... for everything." For all he endured, all that he faced now it wasn't fair. The clones had done nothing wrong and still they had been used. A great many of your fellows felt the same.

Cody chuffed and smirked, "I sincerely doubt that you're at fault."

The two of you sat for a minute not sure what the next step should be. Being of a practical mind and also a tired body you took a deep breath and tried to make the next right choice. "Well in the mean time you're staying here. Why don't you get comfortable and I'll get some blankets. We can work on it more in the morning."

Cody chuffed out a breath, "Is that an order?"

"You got a better offer?" You sassed back.

That did get a laugh out of Cody, "Aye Ma'am."

After he had gotten settled on your, sofa he thought you called it, Cody watched again as you paused in the doorway glancing back at him. There was something serene about you, a kindness that was like a balm to the ills of the world. It was unique and beautiful to him.

"Good night Commander."

"You can call me by my name Rowan." Cody did chuckle at the flush rising in your cheeks, "Only my troopers call me by my rank."

"Oh, of course... I mean duh..." Oh well done, such an intelligent response Ro. Squinting and blinking your eyes open in embarrassment you turned, "Goodnight Cody, sleep well."

Cody rather liked seeing you all flustered, it was karking adorable. Mischief taking his better judgement he rolled pulling the blankets up, "Goodnight mesh'la."

"Oh my...night!" You quickly closed the door. Oh Ro what have you gotten yourself into now? settling under your own blankets you closed your eyes. and somewhere between the waking and the dreams you thanked the stars. One soldier safe for another night.

As he rolled and started to drift the commander was set to the side leaving simply the man. Cody may not know where he was or how to get home, but he felt safe here with you. Strange situation aside, for the first time in a very long time Cody relaxed enough to fall into an exhausted, deep sleep. No nightmares of battle droids, no screams, just the quiet of the night.

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mamuzzy-creates-stuff · 9 months ago

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Out of curiosity, what happens to your clone ocs post order-66?

OHBOY. OOOOOOOOOOHBOY.

This is such an interesting question and the rusty gears definitely started to move. Because I usually work with fix-its and AUs in my inner cinema where usually O66 is prevented, this is really not an area I explored much!

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Let's just say they are not alright after O66. WARNING: Mentions of canon character's deaths, mentions of suicide, actual suicide and visual depiction of it, nudity but genitals are not visible. Coruscant Guard has cultish vibes.

Also this is a very long post about my OC ramblings. Their fate is not set in stone.

My clone OCs I introduced so far are mostly corries, so they perspective about O66 is possibly more different than their brothers in the GAR. I try to write a coherent HC for them in mind that everything went wrong in the canon way, Thorn is dead and Fox is also killed by Darth Vader. I think the clones of the Coruscant Guard role as a policeforce became much more important later in the war when cititens started to openly express their dissatisfaction toward the war and toward the clones in general, being the very instruments of war along with the jedi. So dismantling protests, spying on people's social media and private conversations, and possibly framing famous and influental people to link them with terrorist - in which "terrorism" means everyone who is against the war, therefor against the Republic itself-, pretty much became the job of the Coruscant Guard. The emerging of the Empire would probably cause another waves of protests so the Guard is pretty much needed to maintain order in Coruscant. Depending on how much I want to torment these precious red boys, and how much I want to give them cultish-vibes, I don't think there were too much love left in them for outsiders, meaning: civilians, the senators they work with, the jedi, and most importantly: they brothers in the GAR. They are pretty much isolated at this point.

Keeping up the moral inside the Guard was always an issue, and the Coruscant Guard Medical Team is quite unique in that aspect that they are taking mental health in consideration, because they have all the access for all the knowledge they need in order to keep their brothers in the most top condition - and alive. Suicide and self-harm rate was always high due to severe survival guilt and depression but the Chief Medical Officer, Headshot's initiative to study psychology, helped them to keep those number lows by introducing alternative stress-relieving methods, transforming the barracks to actual homes the troopers can return to, and helping developing various suicide preventive measures. After O66, the priority remained the same. Keeping the troopers healthy and keeping up the morals which was already at the lowest by this time.

Only Headshot is pretty much burnt out. The constant fighting for his brother's life, his own inability to set boundaries in order to help with their issues pretty much killed every empathy and kindness from his heart. Nothing has really changed in this little isolated world of theirs, only the name of the regime. But survival is at stake especially after the army started to recruit natborns into their ranks. New methods were needed. He heard how their dar'vode in the GAR handled the jedi. "Good Soldiers follow orders". It quickly became the new catchphrase inside the Guard too. Headshot had to remind the commanders to ensure the troopers still knew their duties, despite the higher up natborns stripping them from their freedom, their rooms, their possessions, but now the troopers had to share rooms with the rookie stromtroopers they had to train.

Only Commander Fox's death made everything worse. Commander Thorn died a heroic death, he sacrificed himself to the greater good, he is greatest example a guard can follow.

But Fox...

Fox died like he was the lowliest scum. Worse even. Neck snapped, thrown aside. There is no good explanation for that, nothing to glorify, nothing to be lied about. He died. Just like that. Heroes and invincible idols aren't supposed to die like... like that.

Lily didn't take it well who was there and saw the whole thing along with Blaze. If you followed me for enough time, especially this particular blog, you must be know this cutie right? :) More about Lily -> HERE Now this is him now:

"Your blood would paint a beautiful picture in a name of peace and order." - Lt. Lily, commanding riot troopers against protesting civilians

After the Battle of Coruscant, the Guard suffered a lot of casualties, and usually through someone else's death was the only way to get a fast promotion. Lily, first generation shocktrooper, eventually got one, and after O66, after soon after Fox's death, he was promoted to Captain and training officer, and entrusted with the duty of training the future generation of the Coruscant Guard.

"I had to open my eyes to accept there is beauty in destruction too. Either that or nothing truly beautiful left in this world."

Lily didn't handle well that natborns started to live them and ruined the only safe-place they had in the whole planet. In the whole galaxy maybe. His personal belongings, treasures, carefully nurtured flowers were thrown away, colorful walls painted to steril-white, only old holopictures on his PocKam reminded him that he was more than just a living weapon.

What about Lily's friends, Blaze and Vorn?

(Shit I like this sketch about him)

I haven't talked too much about Vorn. Bit awkward and appears not too friendly to those he doesn't consider a friend. He named himself Vorn after the tigers, but not as in wild and ruthless, but having the ability to conquer his emotions before acting (kind of like the buddhist views on tigers). He is loyal and responsible, but highly critical of... well, everything. He doesn't have too much friend, but he really grown to like Blaze, he is his self-proclaimed Ori'vod, also best friend and roomate of Lily. Vorn was one of the rare troopers of the Guard who actually served on Geonosis before being deployed to the Coruscant. I created this character first for the sole reason of someone being avid Fox-hater and being critical of him. In my universe, Thire emerged as Commander much more earlier than in RotS, and Vorn never forgave him, nor Fox about it, so aside from personal trauma's about Fox, envy is also present.

So if someone had really gained something from Commander Fox's death, is him. Marshal Commander Thire appointed him to lead the Planetary Defence Division after Fox's demise and he does it with pride.

"YOU ARE ENSLAVED BY FEAR BECAUSE YOU FORGOT HOW TO BE ANGRY! YOU FORGOT THAT WE ARE THE WRATH OF CORUSCANT! THORN'S BURNING WINGS AND FOX'S RAGE OF FIRE! AND NOW I CARRY THE FLAMES!" - Blaze's last words.

And also Blaze. Youngest of the trio, a very energetic shocktrooper with fiery hair and enthusiasm that usually got him in trouble, despite trying to be a responsible trooper, worthy to the Guard. He got his name by accidently setting a speeder on fire while still being a shiny.

Blaze prepared for his extravagant suicide. When he got the news about the sudden announcement of mass retirement of the clones, he connected the dots.

"When you spend time as a guard beside politicans, you hear things. They never intented us retire. They never planned anything for us after the war. The Commanders lied to us to keep us in line and I don't blame them. I'm not an idiot. They had to do it. But now the Emperor suddenly announcing our retirement with severance pay? I'm not fucking buying it. I've heard rumors. Entire clone battallions disappeared into thin air. They are going to kill us. Oh no. I won't have it. I'll go out on my own terms."

Despite the newly tightened regulations, he dyed his hair once again for his signature colors, and worthy of his own name, he went out by setting himself on fire with the Coruscant Guard's emblem painted on his chest, just like Commander Fox's phase I armor, and one insignia on the shoulders.

Blaze's suicide at least shakened the Guard from their apathy, and some of them actually managed to desert. Riots started inside of the Guard that Thire beat down with bloody hands.

I think the Coruscant Guard as a whole had the longest time as troopers in service but in the end, those who didn't desert, eventually were shipped to those secret laboratories like the one of Tantiss to become science experiments and probably a lot of corries ended up like dead this way. They didn't have alternatives. They didn't have brothers to reach out, they are not aware that beside Coruscant, there was an entire galaxy waited for them to explore. Home is where the Guard is. If it's in death, then in death.

Now you may wonder where is my überblorbo, Deadshot from this list... hmm. Let's just say O66 and the victory of Darth Sidious would be the worst ending for him.

Holy fuck he's hot

I hope you enjoyed my post, and if you have more questions about my OC's or you just want to see them in situtations (I really love the Vorn-Blaze-Lily trio :'<), don't hesitate to send an ask! Angst, whump, fluff, or just them just being silly ^^ I mean after this post, they really deserve some love :D

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adhd-coyote · 2 months ago

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Soooooo I have a new squad of clone trooper ocs and I just finished their designs (their faces at least), so it’s time to introduce them!

Meet RC-6173 (He/Him, Condor (He/Him), Crumbs (He/Him), and Vila (He/She)!

Putting the backstory under a cut because it gets dark quick. And also it is LONG lol.

So, RC-6173 (also known as Numbers, Nona (short for No-Name, or Ori’vod) is a Commando. I haven’t figured out the name of his original squad, but I’m calling these four Freedom Squad for soon-to-be-obvious reasons.

So, a year or so into the war, 73 and his squad get sent on a rescue mission for some Important Person who was kidnapped by the Seppies. The mission was a success, and they even managed to grab some intel to bring back as a bonus. Except the Important Person they'd rescued hadn't actually been kidnapped. He was a double-agent for the Seps and hadn't actually planned on being rescued, but had gone along with it so as to not blow his cover. However, he could not let them return to the Republic with the intel they had grabbed. So, he managed to send out a signal to the Seps, intending on getting "kidnapped" again and killing the Squad.

Unfortunately for him, the Seps decided to just kill all of them, including the traitor. The Squad was overwhelmed by the several droid ships that had been sent after them and attempted to escape via making an emergency landing on the planet who's orbit they'd entered. They didn't make it. The ship crashed, killing everyone except for 73, whose helmet had broken and given him that facial scar.

The planet they'd crash-landed on was in the Outer Rim, and near enough to civilization that there were scavengers on them within minutes, who found a still breathing but unconscious Commando and saw and opportunity. Something something, 73 is fixed up enough to be functional (sans sight in one eye) and sold to an underground fighting pit.

Thankfully, he is about to get a friend! You see, criminals in the Outer Rim see great opportunity in attacking diplomatic parties, because there is guaranteed to be rich people and expensive things to steal. Unfortunately for a certain squad of Corries, the diplomatic party they happen to be escorting is targeted, and it does not go well for them. Long story short, the natborns are either killed or taken for ransom, and most of the Corries are killed, save for three (Condor, Crumbs, and Vila), who are dragged off to be sold, because clones always catch a high price. Condor is sent off to the same fighting pits as our Commando. Crumbs and Vila are bought by a local brothel. It's not a fun time for any of them.

Condor is thrown into the same cell/kennel as our Commando, because the fighting pits don't have much room in the first place and they figure the two clones won't try to kill each other. They are correct. Commando is given a hurt and scared kih'vod and immediately the ori'vod instincts kick in. Condor is at least glad that he isn't alone here, but is very worried about Crumbs and Vila. Commando helps his new kih'vod adjust and adapt, and they wait for an opportunity. As soon as one is given, they slaughter their way out of there and go to retrieve the other two Corries. Getting them out is even easier than fighting their way out of the pits, and as they leave they take the opportunity to burn the place down.

I haven’t figured out what happens after this, but I know for sure that they aren’t returning to the GAR. 73 is not escaping one Master just to turn around and go right back to the first people who enslaved them.

Other details! Condor is a medic, and he and Crumbs are dating! They and Vila got their facial tattoos after escaping (Condor and Crumbs match :3). Most of Vila’s piercings and her split tongue were done on Coruscant. He had an easier time at the brothel than Crumbs did, as Vila had already been exchanging “favors” for credits back on Coruscant.

#coyotes clone chaos #freedom squad #rc 6173 #condor #crumbs #vila #clone troopers #clone trooper oc #my ocs #star wars #the clone wars

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robin374 · 2 years ago

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Hello! Based on an OC I have, may you write headcanons for the medic with a daughter (She's a clone in this one but the headcanons can be anything really, I won't be picky)

Thank you!

Medic with a daughter reader

Congratulations! You’ve got one of the most strict but at the same time chill father!

He is very strict in terms of grades and school. He would be very proud of you if you got the best grade on almost every subject. However, if you're not a good grade person, he would be a bit dissappointed, but he wouldn’t show it. At least to you.

Once, during dinner you told him that you failed one subject and noticed that his jaw tensed. At that exact moment you knew you shouldn’t have told him.

“At least I didn’t lose my medical license”

He chased you around the base.

He lets you play with his doves. They love you and that’s why they protect you when he’s scolding you.

They always fly aggressively at him to shut him up lmao.

If you battle with the team, he won’t let you alone. Scout sometimes tries to convince him that you can protect yourself but he won’t listen.

HEAVY IS THE COOL UNCLE.

He will give you sandwiches after a bad day.

Don't worry, after all Medic is a good father. He loves you with all his hearts (the ones inside the refrigerator) and doesn't want to lose you.

"And that's how you fix a broken arm, Y/N"

He will teach you medicine even if you don't like it, that's for sure.

Like I said, he loves you and if anyone hurts you in any way, he will raise Hell for his daughter.

I want a father like him 😭

#tf2 headcanons #tf2 medic #tf2 medic x reader #team fortress two #tf2 mercs #tf2 heavy #tf2 x reader

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tsukuyomi42 · 10 months ago

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ISB Reports: Surgical Corps OCs

Here is the info on my OCs from this post:

Edgard

Edgard is Executor's lead surgeon, they are one of the very few people who have both the knowledge, ability and courage to fix Vader's armor, being the only physician there who is not afraid of Vader at all.

Their main research in the past was developing a way for helping LGBTQ+ people to have biological children based on bone marrow, a project which ended up being very succesfull.

Ed is both autistic and has ADHD, they also have a caf addiction only comparable to Admiral Piett's, and for some reason they refuse to say anything about their family or home planet besides "It is in the middle of nowhere and full of annoying individuals"

Lirian Carlmari

Lirian Carlmari is a geneticist and infectologist from Onderon, she is the person responsible for their lab.

She has worked with Edgard for the longest time, assisting them in their research, they brought her with them when they got the position in the Executor, as Lirian was the most competent infectologist in the project, a speciality the Executor was lacking at the time.

She is definitely not a people person, prefering to spend most of her time in the lab, but you can get in her good side very easily with good tea.

Vanya Zaynta

Vanya Zaynta is a recently graduated nurse from Chandrilla who got his position by luck, as his mother is from the ISB and is a very persuasive person. While quite competent, Vanya is clearly very inexperienced, he is sometimes seen as the child of the bunch, even if he is older than Tellon.

Vanya is a very kind person and despite the way he got his position, he is always trying his best.

Tellon Vath

Tellon Vath is a anesthesia resident in the Executor, he is from Coruscant's upper class, his parents are a physician and a senator. Tel got his residency through a mix of his parents contacts and actual hard work, but he would probably had prefered to be selected to a different ship as he is VERY afraid of Vader. He is another one that survives on caf, but he prefers cold caf (Ed does not approve).

Valann Iwa

Valann Iwa or Val'anniwa is the chief nurse from the Executor, he is a Clone Wars veteran from Ryloth and has worked with Vader and the 501st for the longest, to a degree he is not afraid of Vader any more than he is of Ed.

He is a little stuck in his old ways but very competent, being the one to usually treat patients who cannot be treated by med droids, Valann is usually the one that notices when Piett decides to sleep in one of the beds of the med bay. His scars are the result of the explosion of a fragmentation grenade from his time as a Republic Medic in the Clone Wars

#my mind strikes back #my ocs #chibi imperials

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a-single-tulip · 1 year ago

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Star Wars OC List

Hey y'all! I know it's been a while since I've posted anything myself on here, but most writing I've been doing these days has mostly just been OC stuff in a server with my buddies, so I've decided to share my OCs with you guys <3

This includes both a mix of regular OCs (all of whom are from tcw era), as well as clone OCs!

I'll keep most of these descriptions pretty brief/to the point, so if any of y'all have any questions about any of these guys, feel free to hop into my inbox and ask away!

Dr. Waylon Vrand

Some of you might actually been familiar with Waylon, who was in the first fic I ever posted here! I actually posted a small origin story of sorts for him a bit ago, but to make a long story short:

Dr. Waylon Vrand, aged 22, is originally from a small village on the planet Dosuun (out in Wild Space, for those who didn't know), coming from a line of small-time family doctors, but moved out to Coruscant at the age of eighteen after receiving a scholarship for a medical academy there. If Mon Mothma can be a senator at 16, Waylon can be a doctor at a young age upon proving himself capable, do not perceive me

Feeling much like a fish out of water in a setting dominated by those with much higher prestige than him, Waylon found himself not exactly being all too up to socialize with his peers. Instead, he found friendship in an unexpected group, that being the clone troopers assigned to work with the medical academy.

Upon growing closer to graduating after enrolling in accelerated courses, he found himself studying and applying to work directly with the GAR as a medic specifically for clones, wanting to provide medical assistance for them on the front lines.

Following being officially instated as a medic for the GAR, he floated around wherever his assistance was required right up until he found himself assigned to Clone Force 99 for the remainder of the war.

Dr. Cais Varru

Dr. Cais Varru, aged 30, is a Zabrak originally from an Iridonian colony planet who works on Coruscant as a Psychiatrist, primarily doing work in Familial Affairs, and following the start of the war, he started doing VA work as well.

He moved to Coruscant at 24 following an experience that made him strongly desire a change of scenery, taking up a job far from home where he wouldn't be reminded of said incident.

Despite that though, he has a very calm temperament and remains in contact with his family consistently, and is very dedicated to the work he does in helping families displaced by the war, along with many troopers who find themselves desiring guidance.

Delilah "Dee" Murphy

Delilah "Dee" Murphy, aged 24, is a respectable journalist for the Coruscant Chronicle by day...graffiti artist by night.

Originally from the lower levels, after being left on her own at age 14, she found herself needing to support herself from a very early age. Now as an adult, she's made a relatively comfortable life for herself and prides herself on her career as bringing the truth to light in the work that she does.

That, however, doesn't make her immune to having her vices...with her primary one being her hobby in tagging buildings.

Though her identity when tagging remains anonymous, that doesn't mean that the Coruscant guard doesn't actively try to pursue her for her misdeeds.

Her primary tag is this guy below:

Wrench Ward

Wrench Ward, aged 28, is a mechanic in the lower levels of Coruscant working alongside her father in their family workshop, "Ward Family Repairs".

Following an incident that unfortunately claimed the life of her mother, she also lost part of her left arm up to the elbow at 8 years old. Following that, she was raised by her father and became well-acquainted with her way around fixing and repairing things.

Despite growing up on Coruscant, her father is actually originally from Dosuun, meaning she's also picked up his accent as well.

Wrench is just a nickname, but she'd rather die than tell anyone her real name that isn't someone close to her.

Sam Ward

okay...don't make fun of me, but this is his face claim:

Yup, that's right...Sam Elliott. Don't judge me, I named him before I decided on a face claim for him, and Sam Elliott being in Star Wars is just an inside joke between me and my friends now.

ANYWAYS

Sam Ward, aged 65, is the proprietor of Ward Family Repairs and the father of Wrench Ward. Originally from the planet Dosuun, he came to Coruscant as a young man to make a life for himself, which is where he eventually met his wife and later on had his daughter.

Following the loss of his wife and having to adapt to raising him daughter on his own, he dedicated himself to performing to the best of his abilities in providing for Wrench, and teaching her the skills she would need in working alongside him.

And now for Clone OCs

the next five clones listed below are actually all batchmates!

Commander Monroe

CT-1109, Commander Monroe, is a clone commander for the 428th High Corps (courtesy of @wizardofrozz <3), where they serve as troopers who escort doctors to refugee sites to provide medical assistance to injured civilians. Funnily enough, they work quite closely with the medical academies on Coruscant when they aren't off-world, so that in turn is how Monroe finds himself acquainted with Waylon of all people. The two of them became great friends following their first meeting.

During his time on Kamino, Monroe was solely dedicated not just to finishing the new training he'd been given upon proving himself to be further advanced than other cadets, but also making sure that his other batchmates made it off of Kamino at all. His brothers all had their own quirks and differences as cadets that were not entirely favorable to the Kaminoans, which made the prospect of being decommissioned a very real issue that they had to fight against. Monroe, as the eldest of his batch, made sure that nothing happened to them so that they could make it out and be able to serve the Republic.

Various things occur following Order 66 that unfortunately lead to him being one of the many clones on Mt. Tantiss...which then leads to him enduring various forms of experimentation that I'll elaborate on if anyone is interested at all in learning more about it.

Cupid

CT-1402, known as Cupid, serves as a trooper assigned to the Coruscant Guard. He earned his name due to his tendency to fall quite easily, along with his innate desire to set up people with one another in his free time. He's a very loving guy, and quite the social butterfly.

As a cadet, he was nearly decommissioned due to having a pacifistic nature when he was younger.

Jinx

CT-1713, known as Jinx, is a clone assigned to the 501st who specializes in working with demolitions. Ever the wildcard, he has quite a brash personality and earned his name due to how often he seems to get himself into some sort of trouble, typically learning to injuries that often lead to Kix lecturing him about being more careful. He happily leans into the whole "bad luck" thing, often teasing his fellow troopers by threatening to spread his bad luck onto them.

During a campaign at some point, he found an orphaned black tooka kitten that he secretly took in, much to his brother Snitch's chagrin who he begged and pleaded with not to tell on him (one of the FEW exceptions Snitch has ever made). Jinx appropriately named the tooka Eris, and that's where the paw prints on his armor came from.

He was nearly decommissioned as a cadet due to his reckless behavior and not being a team player.

Snitch

CT-2130, known as Snitch, was also assigned to the 501st much like his older brother Jinx but that's where their similarities end. Unlike his brother, he is a real stickler for the rules, having read the reg manuals cover to cover and is the sort to happily point out when someone is breaking the rules, and will even report on it. This doesn't exactly make him all too well-liked, but in his heart, in his own funny little way constantly worrying about the rules is his own way of showing he cares, something he has a hard time doing in a typical fashion.

As a cadet, he was part of a program that studied clone cadets showing signs of neurodivergency and would have been decommissioned if he had faltered in performance quality.

Beans

CT-4900, known as Beans, is the youngest of his batch and was assigned to the Coruscant Guard along with his older brother Cupid. Originally earning his name due to his high-energy personality making him much like a jumping bean, his name only grew to become even more appropriate once he developed a strong affinity for caf. Ever the excitable type, he's a chatterbox and will talk your ear off if you let him, with half of whatever he might be talking about being unintelligible due to how fast he talks if he's had too much caf.

As a cadet, he was nearly decommissioned due to him not meeting typical growth milestones and requirements on time, which earned him the nickname "Teenie Beanie" from his brothers when he was little.

Nimrod

CT-8250, known as Nimrod, is a shiny assigned to the Wolfpack that "affectionately" earned his name from @wizardofrozz's Sergeant Sawbones, due to the poor guy's tendency to make not-so-smart decisions without really thinking about whether or not he should even go through with such decisions in the first place. Got a stupid dare? He'll do it. Dumb plan of attack that definitely won't work? He didn't stay around long enough to hear the plan was stupid and is already getting himself into a predicament.

Boost and Sinker are the usual suspects when it comes to those who dare him to do something stupid, but despite all of their hazing, they love their dumb vod.

He's sweet as can be, despite how often he gets himself into shit.

Stretcher

CT-3880, known as Stretcher, is a clone medic for the 327th Star Corps. He earned his name due to a genetic mutation that ended up making him taller than most clones, at about 6 ft. 5 inches.

Personality-wise, he's relatively quiet and has a sort of intense "resting murder face", which can make him kind of intimidating to those who don't really know him when combined with his height and visible strength. The truth of it though, is that he's actually a sweetheart, he just has a hard time when it comes to talking to others who are new to him and can be kinda introverted.

When talking to others he's unfamiliar with, he comes off as direct/a bit deadpan (which is really just him feeling awkward around those unfamiliar to him, and trying his best to not mess up the interaction), but once you get to know him you can see the cracks in that initial demeanor. His fellow troopers of the 327th even know him as a little bit of a worrier when it comes to their well-being, a softy for his brothers.

When he's with them, taking care of them, his expression does actually soften just the teensiest bit while muttering about how they ought to be more careful and try not to get hurt again if it was something small, but that he's glad they're okay.

Aside from that though, he does a good job as a medic for his fellow troopers, and doesn't let his internal awkwardness impede his work in any way.

One notable thing is his friendship with Bly, who's probably one of the few people to get him comfortable enough to behave in a jovial manner, cracking a smile and revealing his dry humor.

No proper reference for him atm, but here is one for his general hairstyle/facial hair

Swindle and Hoodwink

CT-7777, known as Swindle, and CT-7878, known as Hoodwink. These troublesome twins get lumped together because they come as a pair...a pair of bastards, that is. Assigned as troopers to the 327th Star Corps, from their names along, you can guess how they got their names.

These two have been turning tricks since they were cadets on Kamino, making bets and rigging games to get what they want. After leaving Kamino, in their downtime, they found themselves hopping from bars and running scams on natborns and fellow clones alike to rake in credits.

On the surface, they like identical, which isn't a surprise since they're clones, but these two go out of their way to look exactly the same to a tee, with their armor painted with basic markings and their hair kept in standard reg cuts. A smart way to tell the difference between the two though is that Swindle has a gold-colored tooth just on the right side of his top row, while Hoodwink has a gold-colored helix piercing on his right ear of a horseshoe.

Under their armor though, they're pretty tatted up, which is how they express themselves.

Once you get to know the twins though, you can see through the persona that they put up, and they're a lot like night and day.

Hoodwink without Swindle is a little on the quieter, more introverted side, less likely to talk as much without him. He's patient, and a little more likely to be remorseful about tricking someone than his brother, a sweetheart at the end of the day who looks up to his older brother.

Swindle is cocky, full of himself, and gladly presents himself to be an asshole flirt who's ready to trick someone into practically giving their credits to him. Beneath all that though, you have a jaded clone who has a very limited amount of trust in others, who believes that in this galaxy it's solely him and his brother against everyone else.

Especially because he and Hoodwink were the only ones of their original batch that made it off of Kamino.

Those the pair do trust though are limited...they respect Bly enough to listen to him when he's being serious whenever he scolds them for getting in trouble, and they hold Aayla in very high regard because she treats them well.

Sources for references below:

#tulips fics #original characters #star wars OC #clone OC #OC: Dr. Waylon Vrand #OC: Dr. Cais Varru #OC: Delilah “Dee” Murphy #OC: Wrench Ward #OC: Sam Ward #OC: CT-1109 Commander Monroe #OC: CT-1402 Cupid #OC: CT-1713 Jinx #OC: CT-2130 Snitch #OC: CT-4900 Beans #OC: CT-8250 Nimrod #OC: CT-3880 Stretcher #OC: CT-7777 Swindle #OC: CT-7878 Hoodwink

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