#badass tup week

[firewoodwander]

If I can ask a couple for the ship ask meme (please feel free to answer any or none as the fancy strikes!):

jaing/mereel

besany/ordo

fives/tup

😊

Of course!! :D thank you!!!!

Jaing/Mereel: ship :)

1. What made you ship it?

Asshole-bastard energy off the CHARTS. Idk about romance here but they’d do fucking around and repressed feelings well I think. There’s not much I won’t ship and this is tasty.

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

See above + fun forbidden pseudo-incest internalised-xyz-phobias to play around with! The fact Mereel is so very desperate for parental recognition [imo leading to the repression and secrecy] while Jaing (seems to have??) accepted this is the life he’s getting [more freedom, more devil-may-care about it], but they would absolutely still use the dirtiest tricks to get one over the other and look like the better son. Pathetic little sad messed up men who are actually very badass and scary being pathetic and messed up at each other? Yes

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I don’t know if really anyone else ships this 😶 an opinion contrary to what I’ve gleaned of fanon characterisations: they’re both primarily subs. Would enjoy being choked.

Besany/Ordo: ship :)

1. Absolutely nothing from the canon except the one moment I thought Ordo was cute for getting a little bit flustered over her. KT writes them as literally 😐❤️😐 (our favourite joke) even though THEY HAVE THE POTENTIAL. THEY HAVE IT. THEY COULD HAVE BEEN SO BADASS [screaming]

So: spite.

2. He’s sad + scary, she’s hot + scary, prime poly material, even if they’re simply a quiet and traditional couple they CAN STILL BE BADASS (I’m going to go fight a writer hang on–)

3. Once again I don’t know the popular opinions for this ship on purpose but this man would call her mommy and babygirl in the same breath but she only ever calls him honey.

Fives/Tup: ship :)

1. Somehow, it was the tragedy.

2. Besties that stick together heal together. I think they’d be good for each other you know? They would definitely talk shit and snicker suspiciously in the back of the canteen. They can also be badass together. There seems to be a theme emerging here.

3. Precious soft uwu Tup is my mortal enemy. I’m pioneering straight forward and practical to the point of oblivious Tup. This guy 100% accidentally makes the first move and then ruins it by immediately changing the subject. They don’t get together for weeks, not because they’re worried or pining or whatever, but because Tup completely fucking misses his own signals he’s giving and confused the Shit out of Fives.

[letitrainathousandflames]

Badass Tup Week

Prompt I - Swordfighting Tup

Sword-yielding Jedi. As if this war couldn’t get any weirder.

In this strange planet where the 501st had been laying siege for nearly a month now, nothing powered by laser or kyber could function. That had forced both clones and Jedi to change their fighting styles. A lot.

Rex had given them a quick course on how to use the newly provided weapons – fire-powered weapons. Actual slugthrowers, in this case modified cycle rifles. The entire troop was having issues with the weapons, too difficult to reload between rounds and their recoil about five times heavier than a blaster’s. Two of the men had nearly dislocated their shoulders by now, and the men’s hits were far outnumbered by their missed shots.

The atmosphere, too, couldn’t be cycled through the filters, so they were all fighting without their helmets, which made them easy targets for headshots from the enemies’ side.

“-sick of this kriffing thing!” Fives cursed between gritted teeth as the enemy soldiers advanced, not droids but human soldiers clearly used to using swords for close combat and slugthrowers for shooting; the ARC trooper shoved a new magazine into the empty weapon, failing twice before managing to pull the safety to keep firing “Tup, they’re closing in on Rex and the General, we need to cover them!”

“On it!” Tup nodded, following Fives towards their commanding officers

It all happened so fast. A round, silver ball fell right in front of them glistening under the sun as a red light on it blinked faster and faster, and Tup only had time to grab Fives by the neck of his back plate, pulling him away from the blast.

Despite the spongy earplugs shoved in his ears, they deafening blast echoed like thunder, Tup’s ears still ringing as he shoved Fives on his back on the sand, assessing the damage. The armor was slightly blackened wish ash, but didn’t seem cracked at any vital point. Fives’ face, too, was only darkened, reddened by the heat, but unharmed.

“Sir, are you-”

“I’m fine!” Fives gritted out, shoving Tup at his chest “Go get the General!” and upon his hesitation he repeated himself “Go! Kix will come for us with reinforcement, I’ll be fine! Get the General!”

With one last tense look at Fives, Tup turned back and continued to run. His best friend had nearly died right in front of him… What if the next bomb gets him instead?... No, focus! Keep your head in the battle!

He hears the dry noise of another bomb being shot out of a launcher. And then, a couple of clicks right in front of him he sees the charge land right next to Rex and Skywalker. Rex screams something Tup can’t quite make in the loud gunfire – so much louder than blasters – and Skywalker tries to push the bomb away with the Force…

The thing goes off long before he can manage to get them both in the clear, and Tup curls himself into a ball to make himself a smaller target while trying to make anything out of the sudden wall of sand that the blast had sent flying up in the air. Squinting and blinking away at the sand, he can make out two shadows: Skywalker, lying still on the ground and Rex kneeling close to him, ready to shoot any approaching enemies.

As the sand slowly settles down, he hears a voice booming close to them from the enemy lines.

“There’s only one clone guarding the general, hold your fire for your repetition slugthrowers to cool down and kill them before their reinforcements arrive!”

The joy of knowing they wouldn’t be shot at for a while was quickly deflated as Tup heard the noise of swords being drawn from their hilts. The sand had settled and Rex is facing the enemies that drew a semicircle around them; there was ferocity in the captain’s eyes as he cocked the slughthrower in his hand, shooting the nearest one which collapsed lifeless on the ground.

“If you think I’ll go down without a fight, you got another thing coming, separatist!” he barked, aiming at another soldier

“You don’t have enough slugs for all of us, clone!” the soldier sneered, still advancing

Tup stayed completely still, partially covered in the sand and perfectly disguised with the light brown camouflage of his armor. They had only counted one clone. They had no idea he was right next to them. A soldier approached Rex still, sword pointed forward and slightly low. His boot dragged along the sand with his steps until it bumped against Tup’s shin.

“What the…?”

Tup knew he had to be fast. Good thing he had always enjoyed sparring back in the academy. He quickly sprung to action, raising a leg and kicking the soldier as hard as he could right at the side of his knee from the inside. There was little the other’s armor could do against an attack from that angle, and Tup heard the distinct noise of something breaking before the soldier tumbled down with a scream.

“Rex, I’m here!” Tup bellowed, jumping to his feet to then grab at the soldier wrist, to try and wrench the sword out of his grip

The soldier sneered, reaching up to grab at Tup’s hair, the hair tie snapping in the struggle and Tup’s long hair cascading down in a mess of dark coils. Once Tup managed to take the sword, he hit the soldier’s face with the grip, drawing blood out of his nose and ceasing his struggle.

Rex took the sudden confusion of the enemy soldiers to fire another shot, then another, taking more and more of them down. Meanwhile, Tup got a good grip on the sword and pierced it down on the soldier’s back at his heart’s height. The man let out a garbled noise, going limp, and Tup pulled the blood-stained blade back, parrying the nearest enemy’s attack just in time.

“How’s the general?!” Tup screamed, shoving the enemy away with a kick to his stomach, taking a few cautious steps back closer to Rex as he hastily combed his hair back with his fingers, sword still at the ready

“Unconscious!” Rex replied, getting up to his feet and continuing to fire, every shot punctuated with a pained grunt at the weapon’s recoil “We need to stand our ground before reinforcements arrive! How’s Fives?!”

“Nearly got blasted but he is angrier than he is injured.” Rex’s laugh at Tup’s response was cut by a curse at the weapon. The kriffing thing was jammed. “Don’t worry, I’ll cover you. Their firearms are overheated.”

Rex gritted his thanks, quickly pulling the magazine out and jamming it back in, trying to get the damn thing to slide all the way in. The wind shifted the sand, Tup’s hair swaying lightly with it. Tup slid a foot forward, eyes fixated at every enemy in front of him as he held up his sword in a defensive stance, baring his teeth and letting out a low growl.

“Let me show you what ‘only one clone’ can do, you separatist scum.”

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[clonewarslover55]

I just saw your October Celebration and I just want Tup content. Content where he's happy. Don't care how, just him happy.

How about some tooth rotting fluff?

The Cat //Tup X Reader fluff//

Note: Check out my October Celebration here!!

You were laying in the bed, resting your head on Tup’s nude chest. You were rambling about what he had missed while he was away on a mission. “No way.” He chuckled. You huffed and sat up, “It’s true!” Tup sat up and leaned against the headboard, his long curly hair a mess. 

“The Loth cat that basically lives in our dumpster did not let you pet him.” You crossed your arms and huffed, “He did!!” Tup chuckled at your pouty face, “He’s mean!” You gasped dramatically, causing Tup to laugh. 

“You’re just crazy.” You pouted at him. “I still love you though.” Tup smiled, hoping you would give up and accept your defeat.  You narrowed your eyes and stuck out your tongue. “Come on! I’ll prove it to you!” You got up, grabbing his hand. Tup whined dramatically mumbling about ‘how late it is.’ 

You threw on one of the tops to his blacks and some underwear, “Hurry up.” Tup snorted and blew some of his hair from his face as he pulled on his sweatpants, “Fiiiinnee.” You grinned and dragged him outside. 

Tup followed you to the alley behind your apartment, your fluffy slippers making a funny noise. “We’re going to get murdered out here.” He mumbled causing you to slap his arm playfully. He held your hand, stopping in front of the dumpster. 

“Come here bubby.” You squatted down, a grin on your face. Tup stared in shock when the chubby Loth cat crawled out from behind the dumpster, making his way to you. You rubbed his head, the cat purring loudly. 

“See! He’s friendly!!” Tup blinked, watching you pick up the stray. You held the Loth cat up to Tup, his face draining of color when the cat hissed. You rubbed the animal's big ears, “We should keep him!!” 

Tup stared at the cat's glare, “No we shouldn’t.” You pouted, giving him puppy dog eyes. Tup looked at you, your adorable face breaking him instantly. “Fine. But if he kills me Rex will be upset.” You grinned and pecked his lips, the beautiful smile on your face melting his heart. 

*Two days later* 

Bubby hated Tup, but you knew he would adjust soon. You had gotten Bubby a blue collar, matching the 501st colors, of course with a little bell on it. You got your entertainment out of watching your ‘badass’ soldier boyfriend get scared by a fat Loth cat. 

“I told you he was mean.” Tup grumbled, the cat glaring at him from his spot on the couch. “Leave Bubby alone.” You flicked Tup’s temple. Tup looked back at you and huffed. He was sitting in front of you while you were in a chair, carefully braiding his long locks. 

“I’m telling you that cat hates me!” You swatted him playfully, “Oh don’t be dramatic.” You laughed. 

*A week after Bubby was officially adopted*

You walked out of the fresher, surprised by the sight before you. 

Tup was asleep on the bed, Bubby snuggled up against his side. You grinned at the sight before you, your favorite boys had finally gotten along. You couldn’t help but snap a picture, sending it to the 501st. 

You giggled quietly to yourself as you carefully laid down beside Tup on his other side, wrapping your arms around him. You nuzzled your face into his messy locks, careful not to wake him. You smiled to yourself as you fell asleep in bed with your two favorite boys.

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[tup-ika-5385]

Shiny no longer!

Hi everyone, Tup here!

So... I’m just gonna go ahead and break the 4th wall here. *nudges the 4th wall aside, but it tips over and shatters* Oops...

Anyways, I wanted to announce that I’m no longer the tumblr shiny! Since I started this page a week ago, a ton of my vode have started their own pages,  Hardcase (@hardcase-the-badass), the coruscaunt guard (@officialcoruscantguard), the wolf-pack (@wolfpackogs), General Plo Koon @jedimasterplokoon, and a clone trooper named Glitch @forcesensitiveglitch and now I’m hearing that even Kix has his own blog 😊

Sounds like nobody can call me a shiny anymore, right?

[sulevinen]

OH yeah you’re right, sorry i’ve only watched the chip arc once in my life almost two years ago so it’s not exactly fresh in my memory

umbara was like, what, a week or two? nevertheless tup made it through it all, he’s a badass

Another fanon that gets on my nerves is people making tup a soft uwu delicate boy when he's been proven to be one of the toughest clones in the 501st. He came up with a plan to trap Krell and used himself as bait. He survived in the wild for 6 weeks on an unfamiliar planet. Dude's young yeah but he's by no means a baby. I think people saw him holding onto that gunship and they see his long hair and they're like oh he's soft and special. I mean yeah he's special but bc he's smart and resourceful

This fanon isn't as strong as it used to be but I still see it around and it's like. Y'all know that just cause he has long hair doesn't mean hes a weakling right lmao

[letitrainathousandflames]

Badass Tup Week, day 3 - for @tupdidtherightthing, who asked anything I wanted to do, so I made art for this fic

[letitrainathousandflames]

thank you for the prompts! I'm currently working on the coolest one (@ anon, i love you for that!) but feel free to send me more. Maybe I'll make a thing out of this. Like... badass clone of the week. This time we're making badass Tup! :D

[eyayah-oya]

I feel like now is the perfect time to bring up two characters that end up being the kind of “childish” that I don’t agree with.

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First, Tup. I have read sooo many fics where Tup is reduced to a harmless, helpless little baby who has to be told what to do and looks to Fives and Rex and even Dogma to tell him what to do and what to think. He’s just a Baby!!

Except not at all. Tup is one of the most competent characters I’ve seen in TCW. He is the one to come up with an idea to capture Krell on the spot, shouted insults at an angry fallen Jedi, stood his ground when said Jedi charged him, and then was the one to actually stun Krell. And if I remember correctly, Tup was the one to offer the idea to execute Krell. None of that seems very Baby to me. In fact, I tend to make Tup an ARC trooper in all of my aus because of this. I have a hard time reading fics with fanon Tup because they ignore what Tup is actually like, and it’s so wide spread within the TCW corner of Star Wars fandom.

The other one is Wooley. Now, I really, really love Wooley. If you know me, you’ll know that. A lot of his backstory I’ve had to create myself. But I want to bring attention to two pieces of canon. One, in Innocents of Ryloth, Cody chooses Wooley to go with him. When he’s a rookie, supposedly (we don’t actually know if it’s Wooley Cody later calls rookie), which means he’s proven to be able to handle himself enough to go into enemy territory to scout ahead with Marshal Commander Cody as a member of Ghost Company. Wooley has a lot of skill if he’s picked out of all of Ghost to go with him. Or he’s being tested, which he passes with flying colors.

In Battle Tales, Wooley is one of the clones captured by Separatists and is going to be sold to Trandoshans. That is bad enough. But when they have the chance, Wooley and the other clones attack the droids without upper armor and without any weapons and do really well until Cody swoops in to provide backup. That is pretty badass to me.

Anyway, I think it’s very good to explore clones discovering things for the first time and enjoying “childish” things. It’s healthy to find simple things to entertain yourself. My mom would print off a picture of a turtle, attach a string to the picture and an empty roll of toilet paper and we would race the turtles by winding the string on toilet paper tube. It was dumb. It was childish. And it was the funnest thing I’d done all week in the middle of high school.

Let characters enjoy simple, happy things. It brings so much joy and fun into their lives (and yours if you race turtles too 😉). But make sure that you’re not Baby-fying the clones. They are badass and highly competent. Let them play and have fun but don’t reduce them to being Babies.

I really dislike when people write the clones as childish or immature sometimes. They are trained soldiers, not children and it takes out a lot of the enjoyment of reading clone wars fics

I see this alot and yo check it

theres a difference between being childish and being a straight child.

Writing the clones as lil babies in adult bodies who can literally do nothing for themselves I totally get. Doing things that make them laugh, unwind, and feel more “real” to us.

My older sibling is 26 with his own family, serves in the US Marines, and is well known at being good at his job by his superiors. He also got his tongue stuck on a frozen lamp post last winter because my other sibling bet him $5 he wouldn’t do it, my mom and I went shopping for his birthday present last month and it was a pikachu adult sleeper onsie with a hood, and I have heard many “fart” jokes over the years (I swear he comes up with even more the older he gets as well)

My point is I think its really just watching the way you write in these fun characteristics for these guys. Like people in real life, each trooper is different. Some may act like a 50 year old man working as an accountant in a boring office, another may have the emotional maturity of a freshman college student.

[letitrainathousandflames]

Actually, yeah. I'm gonna do just that this month. Here goes the (in progress) list of misconceptions that I'm gonna fix:

Week 1 - TUP

Theme: Badass Tup / Tup is NOT a softboy uwu

Subtheme: Tup being a ruthless trooper / a dominant lover / a mentally strong man / plagued by nightmares and still pretending to be fine

Week 2 - FIVES

Theme: Maybe Fives is funny, but he's also an ARC trooper and one of the most competent men in the 501st / His only moments of disobedience were in Umbara and the Chip Arc

Subtheme: Fives is Rex's right-hand man / is dedicated and loyal / only disobeys orders to keep his brothers safe

Week 3 - HARDCASE

Theme: Hardcase is ADHD, yes, but did great in a stealth mission / Making an ADHD charcter's only trait to be "lmao silly, explosions go 'boom'" and always being happy is Bad, Actually

Subtheme: Hardcase thinks quickly (probably also due to his adhd), being the first one to cover Rex when he gets shot in Deserter / Probably has amazing stamina as a lover / probably has self-esteem issues due to being mocked for being hyper

Week 4 - JESSE

Theme: ? (Send me Jesse misconceptions that make u angry)

Week 5 - KIX

Theme: He is never shown angry at the clones for not taking care of themselves, that's a fandom headcanon / In Umbara he is gentle and caring with the men under his charge / Is a no-nonsense trooper when it comes to Rex being wounded and wanting to carry on, but is also seen laughing with Jesse about the bad batch

Subtheme: Kix is gentle and caring, likes the way he looks (mirror scene in the chip arc), goes out for drinks, laughs at jokes, has a great burden as a medic, yes, but that doesn't mean he's tense and angry 24/7

Week 6 - REX

Theme: Rex isn't passive but he is cautious. He agrees with Fives dissent in Umbara on a deeper level, but he only voices the feeling to a degree. He is very diplomatic, much more than Anakin himself, and we see what he meant when he said Dogma reminded him of himself - he dedicates himself wholly to the troops, lives for his men and for the army. He holds tight to his convictions (that what they're doing matters, that there is a point to all this) because he doesn't know what will become of him if he lets go of them.

Subtheme: Rex bottles up so much. Everything he says from the heart sounds like it had to be painfully dug out. His mourning for his men, only voiced to Cody while holding a picture of them together, the fact that he held onto that small memento, the way he tiredly asks, after that chaos in umbara, what's gonna be of them after the war.

(to be added on later)

thank you for the prompts! I'm currently working on the coolest one (@ anon, i love you for that!) but feel free to send me more. Maybe I'll make a thing out of this. Like... badass clone of the week. This time we're making badass Tup! :D