#chaos vode

[eclec-tech]

I've been staring at this man for two months. (On and off. I've taken breaks.) He still feels like he's staring into my soul every time I look at him! Writing platonic observations about him from the POV of a shiny was a real exercise in character writing under stress. 😅

The way you draw them truly is distracting. I know better than to operate a motor vehicle immediately following exposure to one of your clones.

@ghostymarni: Thank you for starting this beautiful chaos. 🧡 It's been so fun seeing all these creations come to life because of your wonderful idea, including the "birth" of a shiny! And we're not done yet... ✨

@foxwithadarkside: I showed 9075 your MafiAlpha art, and he went pale! 😄

(Narrative ALT text by @eclec-tech ✨)

✨ The Mysterious Holographer! 😎🤌🤌

Alpha-17 is a dangerous man! 👀 If his mission is taking the best holopics, he‘ll succeed 🫡 Nobody is safe, no excuses! 😳 He even got the latest awesome shit holopad from GAR goods!

The reason why he’s the man to succeed this challenging mission, because he’s most likely the only one of the GAR that is actually able to force convince superiors like the grumpy Marshal Commander Fox and growling Commander Wolffe into a Commander Squad group holopic despite them being gothic styled! 😎✨

The conspiracy around the Mysterious Holographer is revealing now and you‘ll find a little gift and the reason for this collab under the gallery of Alpha‘s so far holoshots! 👀

✨ Holoframed conspiracy artworks

A neat gallery scroll with links to the original post and artist’s tags 😎 Also featuring the shiny CT-9075 and Alpha-17 as narrators in the ALT-texts 📖

Tahny barking at Hunter 🧨 by @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf

"It was a Dark and Gothy Shiny Night" 🖤 A GAR Goth Night Story by @eclec-tech and the lost shiny holoshot – art collab by @wings-and-beskargam (the shiny) and @eobe (the background)

Archer the Mandalorian Sandalorian 👀 by @wings-and-beskargam

"Okay, barkeep. Listen up!" Tahny instructing the bartender to mix the Blue Ga'haiian drink🍹 by @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf – Check out that delicious receipe by the way 😽

Archer versus Captain Gregor – Flirtation Wars Round 👀✨ by @wings-and-beskargam

Jedi General Lupe of Lothal and ARC trooper Fives 💙 by @lonewolflupe

ARC trooper stealing a keg of booze 🥃 by @foxwithadarkside

Owl Squad entering the GAR Goth Night 🦉 by @eobe

Commanders' group holoshot 🫂 by @eobe

📸 ✨

Being the best of the best of the best (and having more fun than he would ever admit) means also that Alpha-17 uses the holopad like his weapons – fast and unerring! 🎯 He takes snapshots in the very moment when needed and will absolutely indulge the most fun and silly ones in the quiet of his office after the GAR Goth Night!

The following link leads to a shared Google file with a free-to-use transparent holopic frame artwork in DIN A4 size and neat printable quality (300 ppi), that I drew based on the design of the group holopic of Cody, Rex and the Domino Twins! 🤩🫶 I‘d love to be tagged, but no pressure – it’s a gift 💝

🔗 Holopicture frame overlay

Maybe some artist has a vision of what shenanigans Alpha might hunt with his holopad? 👀✨📸 You can use the transparent holopic-frame as an overlay to give your artwork a snapshot-, selfie- or group pic-like style – the "holopic"-finish! ✨📸 If you tag #mysterious holographer snapshot your holopic-artwork can be added together with your tag to another big post of Alpha's holopic-collection of the GAR Goth Night 😎 Unsubtle-unsubtle call to art action! 🤩

The reason for all of this 🥰

Marshal Commander Fox at the GAR Goth Night by @ghostymarni

The reason for this conspiracy is the person who started GAR Goth Night: Marni 👏🎉

She casually dropped this goth Commander Fox and didn't realise we'd go completely crazy over him and the concept of a goth-themed GAR event.

When more and more clones and OCs started to join in, none of us could have imagined how popular the night would get! We wanted to add some more mystery and gothspiracy to add some plot to the night, to show our appreciation to Marni, for her amazing ability to design and gothify anything Star Wars related! 🖤✨🌹⛓️🦇✨

Marni, thank you for hyping us up and getting this off the ground! 🤩 This wouldn't have been possible without you! This one's for you! 🫶

The Mysterious Holographer Conspiracy Culprits Credits ✨⭐️

Conspiring, plotting, arting, storywriting, texting and coordinating:

lonewolflupe

foxwithadarkside

wings-and-beskargam

crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf

eclec-tech

eobe

Multiple tagging in here, because when the list gets stolen, some of us are always missing – so here's a (so far?) complete GGN taglist 😂

GAR Goth Night friends and Chaos vode 🖤✨ @ghostymarni @lonewolflupe @wings-and-beskargam @eclec-tech @eobe @foxwithadarkside @fiveminutetrash @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @feral-ferrule @ladylucksrogue @nika6q @skellymom @vimse @gargothnightzine @sunshinesdaydream @noblelightfighter @returnofthepineapple @freesia-writes @covert1ntrovert @vikushat @nocturius8015ficore @mamuzzy @risavulpes @niobiumao3 @sazzujazzu @blackseafoam @thora-sniper @gars-weaponeer @leenathegreengirl @vodika-vibes @headphones-ct-09978 @thecoffeelorian @bad4amficideas

[help-i-need-a-cool-username]

Been reading a lot of sw angst fic so imma make a funny idea. The clones in charge (commanders, captains) start a competition amongst each other. The goal? Kiss your general

At first its for shits and giggles. The friendly competition becomes good for morale. And then. Then the jedi figure it out and they want in

Now the brothers are competitive but the jedi have no shame. Soon theres a scoreboard. Theres rules. Theres a whole point system. Every kiss must be recorded and sent to a committee they put together just for this

It is at this point in time when the competition reaches the ears of various members of the cast we know and love. And chaos truly begins

Aayla makes the first big splash because her video manages to get leaked and go viral. She grabbed a unsuspecting Bly by the belt before tossing his helmet and dipping him. They get extra points for Bly sticking his leg up. She releases him and he walks away dazed

The video brings the competition into the public eye, while initially being controversial among the non-jedi and non-clone members of the GAR bc fraternization and conduct, the Republic itself loves it. Its funny. It humanizes the clones. Its drawing monetary interest in supporting the GAR. So it continues

Padme calls Anakin and is like "whats your plan?" "There isnt any plan. The only person i want to kiss is you-" "screw that Anakin. You need to go big. Ive got money on you" "what-" "we need drama Anakin! Some flare! A stage presence! Have you considered a cape?"

Obi-Wan comes to Cody with his own dramatic plan and the men peer pressure Cody into doing it ("kiss him! Itll be good for morale!" "What is Commander Cody a coward!?"). They lose to Mace by two points. Both involved unecessary acrobatics

Depa figures out how to weaponize the jedi and vode's love of younglings by getting Caleb to kiss the cheek of a trooper's bucket as a thank you which jumps to the top and sets off a whole new bracket of the competition for younger Padawans

Plo, very mad that he can only participate under very specific atmospheric conditions, buys a stamp in the shape of a kiss mark and stamps the foreheads of his entire battalion. He's quickly swamped by votes from other jedi who cant kiss their clones or who dont have lips

You know that video of the guy covered in kiss marks and the cameraman is trying to figure out who did it? And at first you think its the girl because she's wearing the same lipstick but then the camera pans to a guy who's also wearing it but its super smudged and he's genuinely like "i wonder who did it?" That was Ahsoka's and drunk Anakin's submission and it was Rex's armor covered in kiss marks

The whole thing slams to a halt at Yoda's. The old geezer manages to win the whole thing. The man rolled out his whole 900 years of life and connections with the younglings in order to pick the greatest scenario for the most votes and points as possible, proving he is grand master for a reason

[evilminji]

I? Juuuust Realized Something.

Order 66. Verbal. Visual.

......EASILY fucked with, IF you know WHO you are impersonating. After all? What do you ACTUALLY need? Not much! Two components AT MOST.

A holo of the MOST FILMED MAN IN THE GALAXY.... and a RECORDING of said man's voice, giving an ORDER. Specifically? To "Stand Down". Or? "Cancel that Order." Maybe a litany of variations, playing back to back.

Ready to Broadcast.

The plan only WORKED? Because no one saw it coming or knew HOW it was triggered. With the right AI? Of which there are SHIT TONS? You could EASILY match Palpatine's verbal patterns and tone. Take control.

After all? Which of us REALLY looks like the Chancellor you recognize? That melted Sith... or this Holo of when he was pretending? That's RIGHT! The Holo! So CLEARLY, if the HOLO says "that man is a Sith Pretender! Trying to undermine the Republic! Do NOT listen to him! Also go coms silent and regroup at XYZ"

Well, obviously, it MUST be true. After all? They know the Jedi are loyal. THEY are loyal. And that Sith just... mind tricked(?) them? Into attacking the Jedi! Some of whom DIED!

All you have to do, really, is blast it GAR wide and Coruscant wide.

"Stand Down. Stand Down. Stand Down."

Take the Vode and RUN. Since the Senate is out here fuckin APPLAUDING their new Sith overlord. The Crechelings have to be evacuated. The other branches warned.

Maybe be impossible to stop the Fall of the Republic... but the end of the Jedi? Preventable. Kamino can be taken. The Vode can come with, get their chips out. It's not the first time, nor will it be the last, that the Jedi have had to flee to survive. So long as they are together, so long as they trust the Force, they will get through it.

All a SI-OC has to do, is drag the Order back from the snapping Jaws of the trap, at the last possible second. To ruin EVERYTHING for Palpatine.

Enjoy your triumph NOW, Sheev. Your Empire is in chaos and your army is GONE. The Light still lives. So that THIS! Neener neener neener~! *rude raspberry noises!*

@legitimatesatanspawn @spidori @babbling-babull @hdgnj @hypewinter @mayfay @lolottes

[archivewriter1ont]

Echo and the Cadet Batch Chapter Eight: Reunion is Posted!

fantastic art by @littletroggo (let me know what your repost/credit/etc policy is I couldn't find it on your blog)

Merry Christmas all! My posting schedule will be a little different over the holidays but Cadet Batch should still be on track.

Summary of Chapter Eight:

The Bad Batch has an unexpected but much-needed and fluffy reunion with their lost brother Ninety-Nine while they try to figure out what to do next.

Some additional notes for this chapter:

1. The pacing with this feels very different from the kiddos chapters, but I've resigned myself to it being that way since these ARE the adults and the other chapters are literally chaos.

2. This is the chapter that started it all! So yes, I created this entire weird plotline to get to this part.

3. Hunter gets emotionally hammered in this chapter but I've always loved the idea that he stresses himself out so badly, trying to be the best older brother for his siblings, because he��doesn't have one anymore. Ninety-Nine would have taken such good care of his baby brothers and losing him would have left such a void for the little cadet who was already struggling to be good enough.

4. Also, spoiler alert: Hunter will end up crying in a later chapter. He's just too in his head at the moment.

5. And due to the complexities of space physics (hereafter known as sphysics) the time on Kamino is proceeding at a different speed than time in the present where Echo is with the cadets. Don't ask me why...I'm not a sphysicist. 😁

I have some time off work for the holidays so I *might* slip in an extra chapter here and there. With that said, Meeting the Vode Part Three (the last part) will hopefully be posted this Friday as a belated Christmas present. Stay tuned!

[eobe]

*sitting and staring watching the Captain cooking for everyone* 👀✨ I forgot to bring own buns, can I have some, Sir… 👀☝️🫠

GET GREGOR‘ED Y‘ALL!! hehehehehe ☝️🤩✨ CHAOS! No one locked me up catch me if you can! 😎😽

@ghostymarni @wings-and-beskargam @lonewolflupe @nocturius8015ficore @foxwithadarkside @eclec-tech @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @ladylucksrogue @523rdrebel @moonlightwarriorqueen @mamuzzy @mae-lou-ron

Sorry about your block!

How about Gregor cooking in the kitchen? Like with a ridiculous apron on or something?

I think he would make a smiley face breakfast just because he could-

his apron says “free hot dog -> bring your own buns”

[dangraccoon]

Untitled Spreadsheet - PRIVATE

Chapter 7 - Talk

Word Count: 1449

Content: everyone in the 212th are both Cody and Kenobi's wingmen, brotherly teasing, listen they are openly flirting in this one and Cody is being a disaster about it all, someone give Rex an award for dealing with this man

For @literallyjustanerd, based on this post

Mando'a Guide shebs - ass vod - brother/sister/sibling Kote - glory; used here as Cody's real name before it was simplified to 'Cody' taylir gar kovid olar bal jii - keep your head here and now ibic linibar gar mirda - this needs your mind ori'vod - big brother/sister/sibling jetiise - Jedi (plural; singular is jetii)

“Come on, General!” a shiny shouted, not noticing Cody’s presence. “Kick his shebs!”

Cody leaned a little to see through the crowded troopers. On the practice mat he saw two men; one trooper, down to just his blacks - Boil, by the looks of it, and General Kenobi. He was in a simple tunic, plain colors, like most of his clothing. Sweat was dripping down his face, but he smirked as he spoke quietly to his opponent. 

Cody suddenly felt that the room was far too hot, and his armor was too constricting.

“Sir,” one of the shinies near him squeaked as he noticed his commanding officer. 

“Easy, vod,” Cody chuckled, waving him off. “Just here to watch.”

“Uh, yessir,” the trooper said awkwardly before turning back to watch the spar.

Cody stalked quietly behind the captive audience that encircled the mat, finding himself to be similarly enraptured with every movement the general made. 

With the chaos of the battlefield and the stress of command, he never had the chance to truly witness the prowess for which his general was known. 

It was certainly something to behold. The way he dodged Boil’s every move reminded him of a dance. The wicked, cocky grin plastered across his face reminded him– 

“Commander!” someone shouted, fortunately before he could finish the thought. 

Waxer rushed to him. “You’re up next, Kote,” he informed him with a wide grin. 

“Not on your life, Wax,” he deadpanned, ignoring the stir of longing in his gut. 

“C’mon, it’ll be’- ooh!”

Waxer’s urging was cut off by the way Kenobi slammed Boil into the mat, quickly wrapping him up in a hold that had Boil tapping out. 

Waxer laughed, running over to help Kenobi pick his brother up from the mat. “You just won me thirty credits, General!”

“Glad to be of service,” Kenobi chuckled, idly wiping some of the sweat from his brow. 

Time seemed to slow, the cheers and laughter from the gathered vode faded out. Right then, for Cody, there was only him and the general in this room. 

Kenobi’s face was flushed from the effort, drops of sweat dotting his skin. He grasped Boil’s forearm with a grin, laughing lightly at something Waxer said. 

He was brought back to the present by a rough hit to his shoulder. 

He scowled at the offender. 

“You should take a holo,” Gregor chuckled. “It’ll last longer.”

Cody smacked his arm. “Kriff off.”

“–suppose, if he’d be interested,” Kenobi said, coming up in front of him. His brow cocked as he eyed Cody with such an interest that he felt the tips of his ears go red. “Would you, my dear Commander?”

Cody blinked at him. “I’m sorry, sir?”

“Well, Boil and Waxer here have me quite convinced I should challenge you next,” Kenobi said with a smirk that made Cody feel like his heart was about to beat right out of his chest.

“I- I couldn’t, sir,” he said quietly.

“I can’t see why not,” Kenobi chuckled, then leaned in closer to him. Cody prayed to any supposed maker out there that the General couldn’t hear the way Cody’s breath froze along with his heart. “I’m reluctant to think that you’d be scared.”

Boil and Waxer sucked in a breath. Their eyes darted between their COs. 

Cody huffed something like a laugh, already beginning to remove the armor from his arms. “Never, sir,” he smirked.

By the time Cody had shucked the last of the plastoid pieces from him, the General had toweled himself off and was getting a drink.

“Ready, General?” he asked. “To lose that is.”

Kenobi chuckled again. “Losing is no displeasure, my dear,” he grinned. “As long as I’m losing to you.”

If that hadn’t already stopped Cody in his tracks, what Kenobi did next certainly would have. 

Just as Cody turned to face him, General Kenobi was freeing his arms of his tunic, tossing it off to the side in a messy heap.

While Cody was still breathless, Kenobi dropped into a starting stance, his arms held before him at the ready. He smirked and Cody was certain he was about to embarrass himself by going completely lightheaded before their match could even begin.

Taylir gar kovid olar bal jii, Kote, the echo of Alpha-17’s snarl rang through his mind. Ibic linibar gar mirda.

He readied himself, then nodded to Kenobi. 

For a few moments, they only circled one another, both oblivious to the shouts and cheers from the watching crowd of soldiers. Cody would feign an attack, testing Kenobi’s reactions, and Kenobi moved swiftly enough that Cody was sure that he was at least partially relying on his connection to the Force.

“Care to actually make a move, General?” he smirked. 

“Only should you stop teasing me, my dear,” Kenobi chuckled back.

Cody scoffed lightly, then shifted the position of his left arm, giving the General an opening.

The General took the opportunity, jabbing a sharp right hook in his direction, forcing Cody to take a step back, only to find they’d gotten closer to the edge of the mat than he’d thought.

His ankle rolled beneath him–sending a twinge of pain up his leg–but he managed to catch himself just in time to block Kenobi’s incoming hit.

Kenobi smiled as he looked Cody up and down. “Impeccable footwork,” he purred. “You could make an exquisite dancer.”

He nearly froze, if not for the growl of his ori’vod in the back of his mind, but offered his own blows toward his General.

The General parried them somewhat easily, moving back across the mat with the same grace that always somewhat distracted Cody on the battlefield. He wouldn’t let it now.

Cody kept on the offensive, hurling his fists towards Kenobi. 

“Come now, Cody,” he said, slightly breathlessly. “You’re not going easy on me, are you?”

“What would make you think so, sir?” he asked just as he managed to wrap his arm around Kenobi’s neck, spinning and pulling Kenobi’s back tightly against him. “What do you believe I’ve done wrong?” he hummed into the General’s ear.

“No need to pull your punches, Commander,” he told him, his voice dropping dangerously low. “You know I can take more.”

Cody heard his own breath leave in a quiet huff and the next thing he knew he was on his back, his General over top of him. 

Kenobi grinned at Cody’s shock ever so briefly before changing back into that somewhat cocky look of determination. 

“Yield,” he whispered. 

Cody stared at him for a moment, then made a… tactical decision. 

He let his eyes drop to Kenobi’s lips, his tongue darting out to wet his own. 

Kenobi gasped softly, his cheeks flushing an even deeper red than they’d been from the exercise. 

That was his opportunity. 

Cody flipped their position, flattening Kenobi’s chest against the mat. He wrapped his arm beneath the General’s with his hand on the back of his neck. His leg wove into Kenobi’s, pinning him firmly down. 

“Ah, alright!” Kenobi muttered, struggling to free himself from the Commander’s grasp. “You got me– I yield,” he said, a bit louder to let their audience–that Cody had all but forgotten about–know the match was over. 

A long beep sounded over the ship’s PA system, signaling the shift change. Cody could hear them leaving, laughing, bickering, and groaning about the coming work. 

Cody rolled off his opponent, pushing himself up to his feet. Kenobi flopped onto his back and Cody got a proper look at him for the first time since their match started. 

He was dewy with sweat, the fringe of auburn hair sticking slightly to his forehead. His face and ears were still tinted pink, though he wasn’t sure of the cause. It seemed the rest of his body was spotted with far more freckles than his face was, which was the realization that forced Cody back to reality. 

“Good effort, General,” he smirked, offering a hand. 

Rex: damn codes

Rex: havent seen you spar like that in a minute

Rex: gregor sent me the holovid

Cody: I can’t say I’m surprised by that. 

Rex: no sound though 

Rex: does kenobi always talk that much??

Rex: my jetiise say he does

Rex: curious about his smack talk

Cody: I’ve updated the spreadsheet. 

Rex: cody you cant be serious

Rex: cody

Cody: Those are all perfectly reasonable suspicions. 

Rex: skywalker talks shit all the time when we spar but not like THAT

Rex: no suspicions explain him talking to you like that

Rex: actually you know what

Rex: there is no heterosexual explanation for this

Cody: Don’t be ridiculous, Rex. You’re supposed to talk me into rationality, not feed into my delusions.

Event: While sparring in the gym, the boys goaded General Kenobi into challenging me. He proceeded to remove his shirt before we began and made comments throughout, including the following (verbatim): “Losing is no displeasure, my dear, as long as I’m losing to you.” “Impeccable footwork. You could make an exquisite dancer.” “No need to pull your punches, Commander. You know I can take more.”

Rational explanation: General Kenobi flirts with all of his opponents.-Distraction technique?-His idea of trash talk?-Is he just like that? On reviewing the described event, Rex has requested I redact the former with the following comment: “There is no heterosexual explanation for this.”

Irrational explanation: General Kenobi meant what he said in exactly the way he said it

Additional notes: Is it actually an irrational explanation to assume he means the things he says?

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Untitled Spreadsheet - PRIVATE Master List DangRaccoon Master List Tag List Form Read on AO3

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[thora-sniper]

I just wanna say that I felt it love with Tah'nyem image from the first sight. She was so open, so brash on @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf arts that I have no any questions to follow or not following by this girl.

So please take your girl in her GAR Goth Night outfit, I hope it looks good enough.

Full under cut and I still don't know, how it's better: with skin tone or without

So some voting too 😁

GAR Goth Night friends and Chaos vode 🖤✨ @ghostymarni @lonewolflupe @wings-and-beskargam @eclec-tech @foxwithadarkside @fiveminutetrash @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @feral-ferrule @ladylucksrogue @nika6q @skellymom @vimse @gargothnightzine @sunshinesdaydream @noblelightfighter @returnofthepineapple @freesia-writes @covert1ntrovert @vikushat @nocturius8015ficore @mamuzzy @risavulpes @niobiumao3 @sazzujazzu @blackseafoam @thora-sniper @gars-weaponeer @leenathegreengirl @vodika-vibes @headphones-ct-09978

[eobe]

✨💙🫶🩵 ORI‘VOD! 🤩 YOU MADE CHAOS SQUAD PICTURES AND I. AM. IN. AWE. 😱❤️‍🔥✨ All those details and so beautiful, the whole idea, the files you share and the retro design, that mountain of work and and AND you drew US TOGETHER 🫶 This is so beautiful and warms my heart so much! 🥰🙏

This is wholesome, vod ♥️🫠 Thank you so much for gifting this to us, it’s such an honor to call you precious soul, big heart, badass Mando and incredible mind my vod 🥰

Retro “Photo” Booth Opening at GAR Goth Night!

Goth Night patrons at 79s! I have discovered that a retro “photo” booth has just been installed, and is ready for use! This classic device from a galaxy far far away automatically takes three images of you (and however many other beings you can squeeze into the box) and prints them out on to real flimsi strips!

Just step inside, slide the curtain closed, and strike up your favourite poses! The booth will automatically deposit a fun flimsi keepsake of Goth Night into the illuminated recess on the front of the booth!

Chaos Squad couldn’t help themselves but to test it out! I’m sure I’ll find myself back in the booth for more holos with other friends too (we can’t let the MYSTERIOUS HOLOGRAPHER have all the fun!).

I hope you all enjoy! (Template links below)

-Archer

The photo/holostrip template is free for others to use! I would love to see what you come up with if you feel inspired to use it! Please tag me (and the other Goth Night folks) if you share! 🫶

procreate template:

psd template:

“Empty” PNG

Grand Theft Taglist: @ghostymarni @lonewolflupe @wings-and-beskargam @eclec-tech @fiveminutetrash @eobe @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @feral-ferrule @ladylucksrogue @nika6q @skellymom @vimse @gargothnightzine @sunshinesdaydream @noblelightfighter @returnofthepineapple @freesia-writes @covert1ntrovert @vikushat @nocturius8015ficore @mamuzzy @risavulpes @niobiumao3 @sazzujazzu @blackseafoam @thora-sniper @foxwithadarkside @gars-weaponeer @vodika-vibes

[eobe]

„At your service? By the way, it's Commander Mayday!“ 😎✨

For those who haven’t noticed yet, there‘s a GAR Goth Night at the 79s! 🎶🖤✨ Everyone‘s invited under #gar goth night thanks to my Mandalorian goth vod @ghostymarni, who started the creative chaos! 🍺🤩

Some known faces are already in the house and more are getting ready right now! 🖤✨

My dear Archer, look – you haven’t stayed alone for long anyway! 👀 @wings-and-beskargam Vod, you can’t just shout a Commander‘s name without consequences! 😏 Even when clothed and gothed like this, they‘re always on duty ❤️‍🔥

You literally summoned him and I think now you definitely have the best „moral support“ for this GAR Goth Night! 😁🖤

Have a closer look – the Commander took off the sunglasses for that ✨👀

And by the way, he rocked the wrapping style before it was cool 🖤✨ And I don’t know why, but the older Commanders all have canine teeth 😂 I have spoken 😎

@lonewolflupe @foxwithadarkside @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @eclec-tech (will Miran join too, vod? 👀🖤🫶)

Taglist, get a goth Mayday: @bixlasagna @returnofthepineapple @sunshinesdaydream @covert1ntrovert @general-ida-raven @vrycurious @dystopicjumpsuit @chaicilatte @groguandthebadbatch @ladylucksrogue @spaceyjessa @morerandombullshit @freesia-writes

[littlemissmanga]

Good Morning! I’m making some rounds asking for some of this beautiful fluff with a touch of giggle in this prompt list.

So if you would give this prompt a go- "well i guess that answers my question." With Rex saying it?

Have a wonderful day!

Hello dearie!! Oh, I will always put forth an effort for our dear captain! I am making my way slowly through these but thrilled to say I have finally finished this one.

I hope you enjoy!

A Little Something Sweet for Breakfast

Pairing: Rex x short!Reader

Warnings: None, pure fluff

W/C: 1,218

Dividers by @saradika

It was quiet in the mess hall and Rex considered that nothing short of a miracle. The 501st was on shore leave and it seemed the boys had their fill of fun the night before considering it was already 0700 and not one of them so much as stirred from the barracks.

Rex strode across the room, datapad in hand and ready to use this rare peace to finally have a quiet, relaxing meal. But as he made his way to grab a ration pack, a shuffle in the next room caught his attention.

The boys rarely went into the kitchens on base. There was never a need. So, as the shuffle grew into a clattering, Rex prepared himself for the inevitable chaos and made his way over. Opening the door, he took in a breath, ready to use his “Captain” voice to startle whichever shiny was making the ruckus … only to choke on his tongue.

“Oh, Captain! I’m sorry, I didn’t realize anyone else was awake.”

You were … well, he honestly wasn’t sure what you were trying to accomplish with one knee on the counter, pulling your body higher so your other leg dangled beneath you, arms out to hold onto the sides of the cabinet. Metal cutlery and plates littered the counter and floor around you.

“I .. you …” It was far too early for these shenanigans, and Rex was thoroughly at a loss to find you at the center of it this time. As a civilian non-combat operative, you weren’t as disciplined as his boys on the field, but you were generally respectful and kept yourself out of trouble … despite the efforts of some of his vode to corral you into their latest shenanigans.

Certainly a respectable feat, at least in Rex’s book. And that’s all he would attribute the swoop in his stomach to anytime he’d see you. Respect.

If that swoop were accompanied by a heat in his cheeks at the sight of your smile — particularly if directed at him — or the racing of his heart at the sound of your laughter — even faster if he caused it — Rex never let himself do more than acknowledge it.

He was your superior officer, after all. Anything else would be unbecoming of his station.

“What are you doing?” he tried again, trying not to sound as confused as he was.

“Making breakfast.” You turned, bringing up your other leg so your entire body was balanced on the narrow ledge as you dug further.

“Huh.” Stepping closer, Rex slid his datapad onto the counter next to your leg and stood just behind you. Unsure arms kept rising to shadow your back before returning to his side as he grew ever more uneasy by the precarious balance you’d achieved. “Didn’t realize cooking required gymnastics.”

Impressively, much of your torso disappeared into the void of the cabinet when you replied, your voice echoing slightly in the confined space. “It does when everything on this ship is built for giants. Here-”

Rex’s reflexes kicked in, catching the item before he could even register that what you had tossed over your shoulder was a half-finished bread roll. But before he could form his next question — and honestly, he had so many he really didn’t even know where to start — you slipped smoothly down from your perch. Unfortunately, for him, Rex misjudged his own spacing, standing too close to give you enough room. As you moved to the floor, the curve of your rear brushed tantalizingly lightly against his stomach before finally gaining a more respectable distance.

The rush of blood pounding in his ears blocked out most of your own next question. Actually, he couldn’t hear you at all. The movement of your lips as you turned to face him was the only clue he could decipher indicating you’d said anything at all.

“Huh?”

Your lips curled. Maker, he really did like it when you smiled. It wasn’t just with your lips, though their plush, gentle curve was sweet. No, your smile radiated from your eyes, and he knew if he looked too long, he’d be lost.

“I asked if you wanted some, too. I don’t mind making a second helping for you.”

Rex wasn’t a stupid man. He could hear the tease of your tone. The light-hearted nature of your banter along with the sweet offer was a flirtation even he could pick up on. He would never abuse his station and hit on a subordinate. And like a divine solution, here you were, offering him a way forward.

But in that moment, he couldn’t for the life of him figure out how to get himself to reply with even an ounce of charm he regularly sees his brothers wield.

Never one without a plan of action, Rex was stuck in limbo, struggling to respond with an ounce of the charm he routinely saw his brothers deploy … when he felt his stomach gurgle, the sound radiating out from him to fill the room.

Heat immediately flooded his face, but before he could apologize, your choked laughter rang out.

“I guess that answers my question.”

Stepping into his space again, you took the bread roll from him. But instead of stepping past him, you stayed.

You’d never been that close to him before. So close he could count the lines and imperfections on your face. And he did. He wanted to memorize everything about you.

He was so focused on those details, he missed entirely that you had been closing the distance, standing on your toes to press closer, until your lips pressed lightly against his cheek.

They were cold and chapped and so karking perfect on him. Your warm breath against his skin flooded any remaining rational thought away.

When you pulled back, your eyes didn’t meet his despite Rex being sure you could feel the intensity of his stare. Instead, you looked past him as you fell back onto your heels, a hand coming to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear as you repositioned to move away.

“Right, well, breakfast will be ready in just a —”

He didn’t let you finish. Before you could step away, Rex’s hand slid to gently hold the curve of your jaw, keeping you in place as he tilted your face up to his. You blinked owlishly up at him.

“You missed,” he said, finally getting his brain back online. “I think you should try that again.”

To Rex’ delight, your smile returned as you leaned back in. Only this time, he met you halfway, biting back a satisfied moan at the press of your lips against his. Taking a half step forward, he invaded your space as you had his, encircling you in his arms as he lost himself in the moment.

After what was probably too long, Rex finally let you go. Your eyes stayed closed for a heartbeat more, even as you moved back, shifting your weight to rest more against his hold on you, and Rex greedily took the chance to appreciate everything about your contented expression in the moment, satisfaction coiling inside him knowing he put that look on your face.

When you did open your eyes, there was a twinkle of mischief in them you usually kept well hidden. “Better?” you asked.

He pressed his forehead to yours. “Much.”

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[wizardofrozz]

Hello! Coming to visit for the first kiss prompt.

So I really love this Prompt- their hearts stopping when they hear someone's camera click (a friend catching them in the act ?)

I’m going to suggest Echo. But really any of the 501st boys with a 501st catching them (or maybe 501st and or Ahsoka catching them?) you know me I’m all about some vode hijinks and fluff.

Have a Beautiful day💙🤍💙!

A Holo for the Ages

ARC Trooper Echo x reader, ARC Trooper Fives, Jesse, Hawk, Ahsoka Tano, mentions of Aayla Secura, Captain Rex, and Commander Bly

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: mention of crash landing, mention of war, but mostly just fluff

A/N: Thank you for the request Sunshine! 💙🤍 I had so much fun with this and I hope you enjoy!!

Chaos should feel like home to you as part of the 501st. But this was different. Losing another Venator from the Fifth Fleet left everyone scrambling. 

The Resolute's hallways were bustling with bodies. 501st and 327nd troopers hurried through the halls, mingling with the "nat borns" as you were called, as everyone hurried to their destination. Between debriefs, scrambling to find places for another entire battalion, as well as the Commando squad you had picked up, and putting out fires, literal and metaphorical, it was mayhem. 

You waved the smoke out of your face, letting out a relieved sigh now that the star fighter had stopped smoldering. The entire hangar smelled of burnt metal and it made your nose sting. You had been tasked with putting out the literal fires after General Secura came careening into the hangar after the star fighter's engine blew out. At least you had gotten that under control and you huffed again as you looked around the hangar. Keeping your mind occupied so you didn't worry about a certain company was harder than you had expected but the commotion around you helped a little. 

Commander Bly's lead mechanic had already started a fight with Manny, the clone that you reported to, and the sudden sound of raised voice told you they hadn't finished the fight yet. You glanced over at your workstation and realized you were definitely going to need more cleaning solution; you were drowning in carbon scouring and this was only the first ship on your list. 

It would only be a short walk to the supply lockers and there wasn't much you could do without cleaning off the carbon build up first. You let out a long exhale and grabbed a rag off your cart, scrubbing at your hands as you hurried across the hangar. As soon as the door opened you nearly plowed into a squad of troopers, barely catching yourself on the doorway before you fell into them. You prayed that the trip back to Coruscant wouldn't take long. 

You made a left, mentally mapping out the route to the supply lockers. You'd made the trip hundreds of times, meaning you let your mind wander as you walked. It probably wasn't the best idea on a ship loaded to the brim with people but it had been a long fucking day. The grease embedded into the swirls of your fingerprints didn't want to come out but the dirty rag in your hand wasn't much help. You looked down at your hands, trying to scrub at the marks as you made the next right.

Hitting someone in full armor did not feel good and it sure as hell rattled your exhausted brain. You stumbled back a step and a hand shot out to grab your arm, keeping you falling on your ass in the middle of the hallway. You opened your mouth, ready to apologize but stopped short, your eyes catching on a familiar blue hand print. An almost giddy laugh fell from your lips as you smiled. 

"Echo!" He returned your smile and it made your stomach somersault. 

"Hi, cyar'ika," he chuckled, sliding his hand down your arm. It felt like a wave hit you, the relief threatening to knock you off your feet. He's alive. 

"Are you okay?" you rushed out, eyes darted around his face. Echo's brows pinched together in concern and it was disgustingly endearing. 

"Should be asking you that," he countered, squeezing your wrist, "I'm the one in full armor." It took your brain a second to make sense of what he was saying.

"Oh I didn't mean - I know it didn't hurt when I ran into you," you huffed lightheartedly. "I mean, after the battle. Are you okay? Are the rest of the boys?" The small, fond smile that spread across Echo's face should've been illegal. He had no right being so cute. 

"We're okay, we're alive," he insisted, carefully pulling you into a hug. The armor was bulky and a little cold but you didn't care, wrapping your arms around his torso. 

This...whole thing was still new between you and Echo. Hells, you hadn't even had a minute alone to have a real date, let alone kiss. War wasn't kind to budding relationships.

You pulled back to look at him, the knot of anxiety in your chest loosening slightly. You could breathe a little easier knowing Torrent company had made it and more specifically, Echo. He smiled at you, all warm and sweet, and it made you melt. The halls around you were, amazingly, empty and you took the opportunity to wrap your arms around his shoulders. Taking the time while you had it was your only option. 

"Echo?"

"Yes, mesh'la," he murmured, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

"Kiss me." A soft, surprised laugh puffed past his lips and your heart skipped when he leaned closer. 

"I'd be crazy to say no to that." It was a chaste kiss, nothing outlandish, but it suddenly felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. It felt like coming home.

The loud shudder of a camera going off made you freeze. Echo's eyes were just as wide as your when you jerked back. It was silent for a beat, your heart seizing in your chest. 

"You moron!" a very familiar voice, very young, hissed from behind you. You let your arms fall away from Echo's shoulders, turning to face the small group standing a few feet down the hallway. Commander Tano at least had the decency to look apologetic; Fives, Jesse, and Hawk...not so much. 

"Uh, hi?" you said, shifting a step away from Echo. 

"I told you," Fives laughed, shoving Jesse enough to make him sway. 

"Was it a secret?" Hawk asked, glancing over at Commander Tano. 

"It was a badly kept one if so," Fives snorted, his eyes darting over to you. 

"Excuse me?" Four heads turned in your direction, almost like they forgot you were there. "Anyone care to explain what I'm missing here?"

"Jesse didn't think you guys were dating," Commander Tano mumbled sheepishly. 

"Come on, it's Echo," Jesse offered as an explanation. "Mr. Reg Manual."

"Hey!"

"What! It's true," Jesse insisted, clearly fighting a smile. Fives knocked shoulders with Jesse before closing the distance, throwing an arm over Echo's shoulder.

"I believed in you, vod," Fives said with a grin. 

"Shut up," Echo huffed, shoving his brothers away. The chirping of a comlink cut through the air and Commander Tano lifted her wrist, checking a message with a groan.

"Come on, Rex is already mad we're late for the debrief," she grumbled. The rest of the boys groaned in unison, bringing a smile to your face. Fives moved to join the rest of the group again and you stepped aside to let Echo past but he paused.

"I'll see you later?"

"Of course," you chuckled. Your heart skipped again when he leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before hurrying after his brothers. You watched them for a moment, Fives dragging Echo closer with an arm around his shoulders, until they disappeared around a corner. The supply lockers were only a few more feet down the hall and you hurried to the door but your thoughts were elsewhere.

You decided to ask Fives to send you that holo. Not everyone got to immortalize their first kiss.

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[ghostymarni]

twin, I am in awe of the emotion radiating off him. His expression, the pose, his hands

come + sit down, you got this ✨♥️😌

Inside, I'm a danger to myself // Inside, I'm a prisoner of my own hell

Last week's drawing inspiration. Happy thoughts.

Sorry no taglist, this art is kinda personal and I didn't feel like bothering anyone by tagging. Next art will be less depressing I promise.

[alicentrasers]

Hi!! I'd quite like to ask about Dogma'a Rulebook please! (Also Fuck me in the arse tonight because that title!!!)

Lmao, I was waiting for someone to ask about that!

Dogma's Rulebook is another fic from my old co-author. They wrote about 3ish chapters before jumping to another midnight idea. Minor editing has occurred with this one but I'll be honest, I haven't read it in a while.

General premise is about Dogma's transition from the front lines, after umbara, into the guard. It covers his introduction, his relationships with his new squad, the commanders, and a possible love interest via civilian- though Im thinking about cutting that character as his main purpose was simply cuddle piles.

Here is a section that I have deemed Safe for Public Consumption:

"The barracks themselves were not much different then the ones on the Resolute, although there were many more bunks with space to spare, and even a large window on one side. The Commander starts talking to Dogma again, something along the lines of the freshers being in the back and some trooper habits. The large window has several mattresses placed in front of it, along with a veritable nest of pillows and blankets. The bunks that they were scavenged from have been fashioned into shelves with everything from holopads to odd plants stored in their cubbies. These bits of improvised furniture create a sort of room within a room, blocking off the view to most other bunks, and with the evening sun it all looks rather peaceful.

A firm hand clapping his shoulder brings Dogma back to conversation, Commander Thorn is wrapping up his welcome speech it seems. “Remember the other vode here can help you find anything, you’ll start on basic patrols with your assigned group after tomorrow, get some rest Private.” Dogma nods, he hasn’t used more than a handful of words on the way here and he wasn’t about to change that, hopefully it wouldn’t seem too disrespectful to the Commander. Honestly Dogma isn’t usually this wrapped up in his own head, but ever since Umbara he’s been distracted more and more lately, usually by the smallest things too."

Like I said, old work, needs major edits. I'm not sure if I'm going to keep it as Dogma is not one of my main characters for this AU.

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Hehehehe, Fuck me in the Ass Tonight

That is the Working Title for the Ongoing Chat-fic Landline Across the Galaxy posted on my AO3. Currently, I had to change the working title to Funk Me on the Dance Floor cause I work on that doc at work a lot lmao.

This is an Information/Gossip Chat started by Jesse. It features characters that I don't normally see in most CloneWars chat fics, as well as some OCs of mine to add to the chaos. Landline has the heavy job of Connecting all of my WIPs and Posted Fics together into a general timeline, as well as providing Lore and another perspective on the canon events.

Oh, and memes

Never forget the memes

Here is a section from the unposted Plans for new chapters:

"Ahsoka: JESSE'S GOT SPACE INSTAGRAM AND NOBODY TOLD ME!!

Jesse: SOKA, HUSH

Ahsoka: YOU FOLLOWED AND UNFOLLOWED BARRIS, I'M GOING TO KNOW

Jesse: IT WAS A MISTAP, I APOLOGIZED

Ahsoka: ACCEPT MY FOLLOW, YOU COWARD

Ahsoka: WHY BOTHER WITH A PRIVATE ACCOUNT ANYWAY

Jesse: I WANT YOU TO LOOK AT THUS CHAT, AND ASK THAT AGAIN

Ahsoka: ….

Ahsoka: okay, true

Ahsoka: BUT U STILL DNT TRLL ME

Jesse: have you considered that maybe I don't want ppl seeing what I post?

Ahsoka: Jesse

Ahsoka: You have 3500 followers…

Jesse:...

Ahsoka:...

Ahdoka: LET ME IN

Jesse: NEVER

[Kix is now Online.]

Kix: And this is why I have this commline muted

[Comet is now Online.]

Comet: Jesse… Why are you shirtless in your profile picture…

Kix: >:("

Yes, I normally write snippets for this fic while sleep deprived and watching vines. I am /hilarious/

[archivewriter1ont]

⭐ how about director's commentary on the baby batch interactions? they've been a highlight for me when i read echo and the cadet batch :3

Thanks for asking!❤️I'm glad you're enjoying the fic -- it makes me smile to know other people like my self-indulgent fluff stuff.

The Cadet Batch's interactions with each other and the adult vode are some of my favorite things in the fic! A large portion of the bitty batcher's conversations have spent months in a jumbled together draft, because I've been jotting down the ideas for quite a while. Most of the banter and nonsense are either inspired by conversations I've overheard or directly pulled from my own interactions with my younger siblings. For example, this part in Chapter 23...

“If we find them, do we get to keep them?” Comet asked. It was a jest, obviously, but Wolffe detected a tiny little bit of hope in the soldier’s eyes, too.  “No,” Echo said flatly.

...is literally just a transcription of what my munchkinest sibling said in Belk one day when I was pushing her in the buggy and we were looking for our mom and another sister in a different department. Her cute little three-year-old self asked, "If I find them, do I get to keep them?" and like four people nearby started laughing.

She has so many of the cutest comebacks and random statements. She stole my other (younger) sister's goldfish one time and the other sister declared it to the world. Baby sister then looked panicked and said "No, No, No -- I don't wanna go to jail!"

Other sister: "Why not?"

Baby sister: "Uh, because I doesn't!" Like duh!

(I was probably just overcaffed that day, but it tickled me to death. Said baby sister is also known for her ability to overcome any attempts at babyproofing the house, so that might have played into the Batchers' escape artistry.)

I'm also sticking to the chaos of my The Tales of the Bad Batch series when I write the little batchers' lines, because they really are just tiny versions of the Batch we know and love. I try to make sure that Crosshair is still snarky, Wrecker is still a loveable teddy bear that's also tough as nails, Tech is still a little nerd, and Hunter is just barely on the near side of the responsible-but-also-a-chaos-gremlin equation.

The little Batch is just so adorable and I love writing them so much. It's kind of like "what would Hunter say in this situation if he had absolutely no filter?" and letting the words flow from there. Also, Echo gets to chase his four energetic baby siblings around and try to keep them out of trouble, so that's fun (for us, and a little bit for him, too).

On a separate note, I'm trying really hard to get the baby batchers' dialogue and characters right because even once the fic is over, they're not going away. I won't say anything about it yet because it would spoil the ending😫but my sister and I have been talking about a spin-off series that takes place after the epilogue of Echo and the Cadet Batch. The Hondo and the Cadet Batch spinoff is still happening, but this new one will take place in the original fic's timeline and will include some other tiny clones along the way. 😁🥰

Thanks again for asking ❤️ (And for letting me use your lovely baby batch art for the chapter posts! Every time I see the sleepy bitties I just start grinning.)

[nocturius8015ficore]

PHOTOBOOTH TIME! 📸📸📸 (description in the ALT)

And 15minChallenge. With @livmarasdin21819's OC, Prudii, @ordo-core and myself.

Commander Livmara wanted us to take a picture.

Well none of us where good at this! 😅

We barely understood how that technology worked.

I think we mess-up a bit, but it was fun!

Photobooth -> Template by @wings-and-beskargam

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GAR Goth Night friends and Chaos vode 🖤✨ @ghostymarni @lonewolflupe @wings-and-beskargam @eclec-tech @eobe @foxwithadarkside @fiveminutetrash @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @feral-ferrule @ladylucksrogue @nika6q @skellymom @vimse @gargothnightzine @sunshinesdaydream @noblelightfighter @returnofthepineapple @freesia-writes @covert1ntrovert @vikushat @nocturius8015ficore @mamuzzy @risavulpes @niobiumao3 @sazzujazzu @blackseafoam @thora-sniper @gars-weaponeer @leenathegreengirl @vodika-vibes @headphones-ct-09978 @thecoffeelorian @bad4amficideas

[ghostymarni]

I’ve never done a zine, I don’t know the rules, but the answer is yes please @foxwithadarkside 🥹🖤⛓️☕️

@nika6q @eclec-tech here's the vision @ghostymarni I'm consumed by GAR Goth Night. GUYS! Let's make digital Zine out of this?

@lonewolflupe @wings-and-beskargam @eobe who else we're tagging now...? @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @vimse @ladylucksrogue @letshareapapou maybe you'll like this Tech