#cw wolffe

[inkybyl]

Clone cuddle puddle clone cuddle puddle

[mythical-illustrator]

@staycalmandhugaclone behold more clones (plus plo and boba )and Doc holding babies…some better than others .

I drew doc so even if nothing happens in your story with babies you can still have this vision

Art master list

Wolfe and plo need to hold more children honestly. Grumpy boba 😀 omega just wants to play with her brother. Boba isn’t impressed

Rex is distressed and omega is wiggly

Doc 99- from @staycalmandhugaclone fanfics “docs adventures “

Mayday and Omega deserve to be warm (I wish they had met 😩)

[noeasyisnoisy]

TBB EP 6 & 7 SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

js more of my thoughts, except this time i was typing as i was watching instead of after

ep 6:

REX ML

HOWZER!!

A BIT OF THE OPERATOR STARTED PLAYING AND IM SCREAMING I LOVE THAT THEME

SENATOR CHUCHI LETS GAUR

the operator again EEE

WAS THAT TECH??? (it was not)

i love the animation sm. have i mentioned that i love the animation? i love the animation.

ok the guy we all think is tech does not sound like tech bc tech has a slightly more british accent than the other clones and THIS GUYS DOESNT HAVE THAT so i’m a little skeptical 

but I STILL THINK HES ALIVE

WAS THAT OMEGA WITH A TOOTHPICK???? i thought that crosshair’s toothpick was supposed to be a substitute for a cigarette WHY DOES SHE HAVE ONE THEN?? 😭

evil clone having a tracker in him is wild THIS IS WHY U DONT TAKE THE ENEMY TO UR BASE

M-COUNT??? MIDICLORIANS????

IM PRAYING THAT HUNTERS SENSES WILL SAVE THEM BC IM QUAKING IN MY BOOTS RN

he didn’t shoot.. ITS FUCKING TECH

hearing him speak again, it COULD be tech but idkkkkkkk

WOLFE????? IM SCREAMING.

ep 7:

robotic arm? or is it some “controlled shock 😀”(yes that was a fnaf reference i’m sorry) type shit?

crosshair’s hand :((

DAD CROSSHAIR

“you’re as bad as hunter!” “oh, i’m much worse.” ILL CRY RIGHT NOW

“i’ll deal with him later” WOLFFE IS SICK AND TIRED BYE

AGAIN DAD CROSSHAIR

“i’ll draw his fire, get to the rendezvous.” “i don’t like that idea-“ “too bad 🙂” PLEASE HE DIDNT HESITATE

HES RIGHT THERE BE CAREFUL OH MY GODDDD

HIS HELMETS GONNA GET KNOCKED OFF IN THE WATER AND ITS GONNA BE TECH IM CALLING IT NOW

ok so i was wrong

also can maybe-tech SHUT UP OMLLLLLLL

“you chose the wrong side��👹” FUCK OFF

i think i’m supposed to think maybe-tech is dead but i highly doubt it 

GOD I THOUGHT CROSSHAIR WAS GONNA DIE THAT SCARED ME

“wolffe?” “rex?” i don’t think i was supposed to cry but i did

“i am a soldier of the empire.” NO YOURE NOT

“stand down.” YAAAAAAAAAAAA

I KNEW HE WASNT DEAD

ITS GONNA BE TECH

GOD DAMNIR JS SHOW ME YOUR FACE

ok wait hear me out: maybe it’s cody and not tech- it’s possible but i’m still pretty solid on it being tech bc I NEED HIM

ALIVE

[ominouspuff]

212th mood board

Corrie board here

[morbid-mary]

I like to pretend that when the clone’s bodies reach maturity (that would be what, physically 25?) the growth hormone stops over-producing and slows to a normal rate so they age normally from then on.

[jaigeyez]

Wolffe ( ˘ ³˘)♥

[bunny-jpeg]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ smokin' - toto w. ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

toto knew he should quit. he had seen enough of the pamphlets in doctor's offices and read enough to know, smoking kills. and at his age, he needed to be bit healthier. he worked out, and ate well, but sometimes, after a hard race, there was nothing like a pack of cigarettes in his hand and somewhere to sit down. let the nicotine flood his rattled senses and having a nice relaxing evening. it was almost nostalgic, he remembered when the red of marlboro's logo was all over the jackets and cars of formula one. now replaced with sports drinks. while he wasn't smoking a pack of day to lazily have one or two felt nice, letting the smoke fill his lungs even if it occasionally made him cough. he felt like he was trying too hard if he tried vaping to get the same fix. like a desperate attempt to be 'young', so he stuck to the cancer sticks. plus if he quit smoking, then he'd have to stop participating in his favourite punishment. keeping an ash tray balanced on your back.

you had been a bad girl. you knew it. it was a 'crime' that you knew would be found out. someone stole their daddy's credit card and racked up a healthy charge all in one day. toto knew he promised you the world, but, you can't take what isn't yours. toto liked rules, he liked to make sure that you were following them. he couldn't have you on bad behavior, it would look poorly on him. that he couldn't keep his alarmingly younger girlfriend in line, that wasn't the association that someone like toto wanted. so while he didn't return the items you bought, you'd have to pay him back somehow. which meant enduring a punishment. which meant him seated on the couch, lounging with a cigarette in his hand, getting his fix after a particularly rough weekend. and you, naked, save for the necklace with his name on it around your throat. the name torger almost dangled in the low light of the living room. the smell of cigarette smoke filled the air. right now you were nothing more than a piece of furniture made to hold his expensive ashtray. "don't drop it, schatzi." toto's voice was low, "worth quite a bit. probably more than that little house you grew up in." he exhaled smoke, "look at me." you looked over to him, being on your hands and knees for so long made you a little shaky. your arms felt like jelly and you knew your knees were rubbed raw. toto smiled a little, the kind of dangerous smile that made something run through you. it excited you and made you hot. you said, "please, daddy." and toto shook his head, "the punishment was until i finished this. the worse behaved you are, the longer this will take." you swallowed and kept your gaze on him, there was something some domineering about him. it was almost scary. he was the big man in charge, the team principal. and while he made all the decisions, you just had to be by his side and behave. but, you couldn't even do that. you watched him took another drag of his smoke and you rubbed your thighs together, everything burned from the position you were in. toto spoke once more, "i give you the world and you still want more. you should be know better by now, meine prinzessin." he leaned forward a little bit and got some of the ash off of his smoke into the ashtray, "you're a smart girl, no? if you're not smart, you are at least well behaved. but even now i am questioning that." you shook your head and looked down at the hardwood floor, "no daddy, i'm good. i promise." you bit the inside of your cheek, "please." toto sighed and exhaled smoke, "schatzi. i am trying to believe you, but it's hard."

the money was nothing, honestly he found it amusing. it was barely anything in the grand scheme of things, under four hundred dollars. barely a scratch in toto's finances. but to watch you whimper and whine, well, that was worth more than anything. but, toto had rules. he was the head of the relationship, the one who took care of you, and while it wasn't cheap, he expected for things to be followed. another drag and he eyed your quivering form. he knew you liked this, if he moved a little he could see your soaked pussy. you got off to being toto's little toy, used for his pleasure. it made him thankful tha the found you before someone with worst intentions got their claws into you first. you were too sweet at times, it all mixed in perfectly with your brattiness. "i'm starting to think you like this. you like getting into trouble. did someone not have rules when they were young? didn't get the attention from your real daddy." his tone was harsh. he saw you quiver a little more, he must've struck a nerve, "poor little princess didn't get the love she wanted, how sad. i bet daddy was too busy with everyone else and left no time for you." he knew your history inside and out, he even met your father. he knew that any psychologist would have a field day if they took one look at you and him. a younger girl who wanted an older man to take care of her. and an older man with a thirst for younger women who didn't like being asked difficult questions.

"but don't worry, schatzi. that's why i'm here. to make it all better."

when he was finished with the cigarette, toto purposefully missed the ash tray and put it out on the small of your back. you whimpered and bucked your hips, toto was quick enough to grab the glass ashtray before you made more of a mess. "schatzi." he said, "you need to be careful." and he saw the burn on your back. it made a deep part of him very excited at the sight of you. maybe next time your skin should be his ash tray, litter would unblemished skin with the burns of cigarettes. "please daddy." you gasped, you ended up with your cheek against the floor. unable to hold much longer, and now with the burn on your back. it all flooded your head. toto put the ash tray on the coffee table and said, "if you want to finish yourself off, princess. you better do it yourself. you've become lazy because i do everything for you. if you want to feel better, you have to do it yourself. you're a big girl." he watched you swallow before you put your hand between your thighs and rubbed your achy clit. your cheek still against the floor with your hips raised, your back as sloped as you pleasured yourself.

"please, daddy." you whined as you pleasured yourself. the smell of smoke filled your brain and while it made you scrunch your nose at the heavy scent. you continued to make yourself feel good. you panted heavily like a dog as you rubbed your clit against the side of your hand. your other hand was on the floor. you tensed up, your hand covered in your wetness as you whined and whimpered. toto was hard in his slacks, but he was a man of control. unlike you. you were whiny and loud, your pants heavy while your squirmed against your own touch. while toto would've been happy to seat you on his cock. maybe even have another cigarette while he used your pretty breasts as an ashtray, you needed to learn your lesson. so either you got yourself off, or you'd be left sexually frustrated. he said to you, his voice a rumble that made a shiver run through you, "spoiled little girl. you had me convinced, now you've become spoiled. but." he shifted in his spot on the couch. leaned for a little bit to get a better view of your body, "i am more than happy to train you all over again. it's almost the summer break, which means, it will just be you and i. i wonder how many marks i can leave on you. go to the dutch grand prix with my marks on you inside and out. might turn a few heads." his words made pleasure flood your core, "maybe a collar. even a leash so i could tie you somewhere and no have you get lost." he sighed, "you always wander off. he watched you pleasure yourself and the sight was erotic. it wasn't long before your moans were tight and your body was tense like a bow. you looked beautiful, blissed out beside toto not even fucking you. with a few more drags of your hand across your clit, you came and then you ended up fully flat on the floor. your brain felt elsewhere and your body felt the weight of an orgasm across your achy joints. your tongue was even stuck out a little as you tried to center your thoughts once more.

toto chuckled lightly before he got up off the couch and went to you. you got a view of the bulge in his slacks before his face, you tried to get yourself up to undo his belt. but instead he grabbed you by the hair. he looked at you as he said, "i don't fuck on the floor like an animal. your punishment isn't over, but you should be lucky i'll even fuck you on a bed." and you, the good girl you were, nodded to your daddy. you words were simple as you got up, "yes daddy." <3

a/n: i lost control of the keyboard

[cloned-eyes]

Commission done for @valkeakuulas starring the grumpiest and hottest Commander of the GAR

[mythical-illustrator]

I have a mighty need for this fanfiction. I'm laughing and crying. Kix deserves love. Granny has a whole army of new grandchildren and younglings.

That little girl has two new older brothers to teach her to fight off bullies. The piggy bank broke me.

If there is a fanfiction of just this- all of this. Link me please 🥺🥺🙏

I neeeeed fox to have a friend and notice all the creepy ness of palpatine. I need it.

Star Wars AU where everything is the same, except the Jedi are worried that their men aren't making bonds with people who aren't Jedi or their brothers, so they create a pen-pal program.

And the senate is like "Ehh..."

And the Jedi are basically, "lol, who's gonna stop us?"

So the Clones start getting letters. And then videos. And then physical gifts. And the next thing you know the senate is getting inundated with furious letters about the mistreatment of the clones.

And then some enterprising young thing marries her clone pen pal, and demands rights and payment.

And Palpatine's response is a Galaxy wide announcement that he isn't going to change anything about the Clones status.

And the people who now consider the Clones friends and loved ones, just say, "I think the fuck not." They demand their senators oust him.

And if it doesn't work, they replace their senators.

Meanwhile, the Jedi are watching this with bemused expressions, while they prepare for the seven weddings that they have to attend in the next week.

[muyru-iru]

Cadet Fox/ 1010

-plotting someones doom. There had been a remark from Thorn that day: "I don't want to associated with that maniac" Now looking back he ate his own words/lh

-first kill. Fox is so proud and smug.

Wolffe without his scar can't hurt you yet.

[mosneakers]

Remington's Ruse

1 Remington Point

Jasper Remington: "Welcome esteemed guests, as we traverse through these halls of reverence and eccentricity. To some, it may be known as a peculiar masterpiece nestled atop a hill in the quaint town of Riverview, to others, perhaps, an eyesore—but to those of us who have the privilege to journey through her walls, to explore her architecture, we will come to understand, as the tour commences, that this house is not merely a testament to my unwavering vision and unbridled passion. Rather, it is a manifestation of divine intervention, granting me the ability to design this home with purpose and meaning."

Cody Remington: Hey lady, are you lost or something? "Pardon me, seems I've wandered too far. What a charming bedroom. Is it yours?"

Cody: Yes Ma'am. Mine and my little sister's... Our bedroom isn't open to the public.

"Of course, not. My apologies. I was just finishing up my tour here. I wouldn't want to impose any longer." The visitor replied with a courteous smile, nodding to Cody before turning to leave the bedroom.

Cody: [Cocks eyebrow, softens tone] ...Need a hand there, ma'am? Could I carry your bag for you or something? "Oh, goodness, no! No, thank you sweetheart, I'm perfectly capable. You take good care now, okay?" Cody: Yes ma'am, likewise.

Eileen Remington: Who the hell are you? "Morgana Wolff." She spoke, so sweetly. Eileen: [Takes a long drag of cigarette, exhales] And what are you lookin' at, Morgana Wolff? Morgana: Nothing. Just all the smoke and ash that fills this home.

[mythical-illustrator]

More sexy clones for y'all's viewing please

@freesia-writes as promised

Wolffe, Tup and Alpha -17.

Alpha 17 was actually the most complicated. Hopefully I captured his thicc ness.

Wolffes head tilt sent me.

Tups face is just 🪭 baby.

Art master list

[feral-ferrule]

Maybe Wolfe will be in a better mood now

Full Monty under cut

Minors dni

[ominouspuff]

Trading jedi-general shenanigans with the squad

Another what-if AU where order 66 gets outmaneuvered and they all get to wear cozy sweaters together

[ladylucksrogue]

Whumpuary:

Day 7: No One is Coming (Command Batch Cadets)

A training exercise goes horribly wrong.

Chapter warning: Near death, near drowning

The command batch are cadets in this, teenagers, somewhere between 12-14 (adjusted age) or so.

also posted here on A03

Their heads broke the surface one by one, gasping for air as they climbed onto the platform. The water was freezing, even through their fatigues and neoprene undersuits. The fabric was saturated after hours in the water, and the thermoregulation had all but given up. The saltwater stung their eyes, and their skin burned where their waterlogged gear had rubbed it raw.

They were still too young to be in full kit, but really, that was the point. No armor. No HUD. No heating systems. Nothing to help them. This exercise was about survival, about testing their limits and forcing them to rely on instinct, endurance, and teamwork.

Fox wiped the water from his face, blowing it from his nose as he tried to equalize the pressure in his ears. His chest heaved as he gulped air, the salt from the water leaving his lips cracked. Around him, the others were doing the same, pulling themselves together, but something felt… wrong.

He glanced at Bly first. His brother lay sprawled on the platform, breathing hard, drawing in huge gasps of air. The Trandoshan trainer was already eyeing him, a sneer curling across his scaled face. Cody and Ponds were crouched a little further away, muttering quietly to each other as they shrugged out of their gear, tense as they glanced toward the trainer.

Fox turned to check on his twin, wondering where the commentary was.  It wasn’t like him to be so quiet. Wolffe had been right behind him in the water. But Wolffe wasn’t there.

Fox’s stomach clenched as his eyes darted across the platform, counting his brothers in his head, over and over, hoping his brain was playing tricks on him. It wasn’t. Wolffe wasn’t anywhere.

“Where’s Wolffe?” Cody asked.

“He was right behind me,” Fox said, his voice cracking. His heart pounded in his chest as panic threatened. If he wasn’t there, it wasn’t good. They’d already been pushing the limits on that last stretch of tunnel.

Ponds was the first to move, pushing himself to his feet. “We’ll get him,” he said.

“The exercise is over,” the trainer snapped. “Time is up.”

Ponds froze, turning to face him. “One of us is still down there.”

“Not my concern,” the Trandoshan said coldly, disinterested as any of the longnecks. “If you can’t keep your team together, that’s on you.”

Cody stepped forward, his fists clenching. “We need to go back for him.”

The trainer’s gaze flicked over them, narrowing as he looked Cody over. “The team is here. CC-3636 failed to keep up.”

Fox couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. His twin had always been there, always. Since the moment they were decanted, the thought of him not being there wasn’t something he could comprehend.

“Fox—” Cody started, but Fox had already thrown his gear to the ground and dove back into the water. The cold hit him like a wall, stealing the breath from his lungs as he kicked hard, forcing himself downward. The salt burned his already raw eyes, but he didn’t care.

But he underestimated the air needed and had to surface, drawing deep gulps of air, trying to remember his training. Both Cody and Ponds had dropped their gear and, despite the trainer’s protests, were already diving in. Bly was nowhere to be seen, likely down in the water already.

Finally, Fox steadied his breathing, drawing in as much air as he could, and dove under the surface again.

Deeper and deeper, the pressure built in Fox’s ears as his lungs screamed for air. He saw movement ahead, Cody and Ponds, tugging at something.

His stomach dropped. Wolffe.

He was tangled in a wire net, floating limply. His skin was pale, almost gray. Fox swam harder, his lungs burning. No. No. No.

Ponds signaled Bly to surface for air. Fox reached them, clawing at the net and cutting his hands in the process. Cody gestured upward, shaking his head, he was already working on the net, cutting at it with a knife he’d apparently had on him.  He was right, cutting his hands open wasn’t bringing anything and as much as he wanted to help, he was low on air.

When Cody and Ponds finally surfaced with Wolffe between them, Bly was already there, hauling Wolffe onto the platform. Fox scrambled after them, his knees hitting the hard grating as he collapsed beside him.

“Wolffe…” Fox shouted, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him. “Wake up! Please, come on…don’t do this!”

Wolffe didn’t move.  He wasn’t breathing.  His head lolled to the side.  His skin was cold to the touch.  He didn’t look real, like an imitation of him.

Bly shoved Fox back. “Move, Fox. Shaking him isn’t helping.” Fox fell back, trying to breath himself, forcing himself to.  Bly seemed to remember their training despite the panic and began compressions. Cody paced behind them, while Ponds crouched at Bly’s side.

“Get a med droid!” Ponds snapped suddenly, as he turned to the trainer. “Please, sir, he needs help!”

The trainer folded his arms, his expression unmoved. “He needs to help himself. That’s what this is about. A soldier must be self-reliant.”

“He’ll die!” Ponds’ voice cracked. “He’s going to die if we don’t—”

“Enough,” the trainer cut him off, his tone biting. “Focus on the lesson here. You’re wasting time.”

Ponds sagged slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper as he turned back to Wolffe. “Come on, please.”

The seconds dragged on, feeling like hours. Bly didn’t stop, but his jaw was clenched, his face pale as water dripped off his face, mixed with tears. He wasn’t stopping, but Fox could see the fear in his eyes.

Ponds was shaking, his lips pressed tightly together. His hands clenched and unclenched as he whispered, “Come on, Wolffe. Come on. Don’t do this…”

Cody’s pacing grew more frantic, his hands rubbing at his face. “We should’ve gotten to him sooner.” His voice broke, choked off.

Fox sat frozen, his own breaths uneven as tears blurred his vision. He couldn’t take his eyes off Wolffe, couldn’t stop the memories crashing over him.

Wolffe hogging the blankets, sprawled across the bunk as Fox had to fight for space. Wolffe’s grin when he cracked a joke at the worst possible moment, dragging Fox into trouble with him. His impulsive little ideas, climbing something to show off, poking or prodding Fox out of boredom. Hanging all over him to read over his shoulder. So irritating.

And yet.

Wolffe pressing a ration bar into Fox’s hand when he’d forgotten to eat. Wolffe helping Cody patch his gear late into the night so he wouldn’t have to do it alone. Fussing over everyone’s things unnecessarily, but making sure they were prepared. Wolffe always noticed the little things, always took care of them before anyone realized something was wrong.

Fox pressed his forehead to Wolffe’s too-still shoulder, tears slipping free. “Please…” he whispered.

Then Wolffe jerked suddenly, his body convulsing as water spilled from his mouth. Bly rolled him to the side, keeping him from choking. Water, far too much of it, splashed over Fox, soaking him as Wolffe choked and sputtered and coughed, but he didn’t care. He pulled Wolffe into his arms, holding him tightly. “Breathe. You’re okay. Just breathe.”

Wolffe’s ragged breathing slowly evened out, but then his shoulders began to shake. Tears spilled down his face as he clutched at Fox, his sobs broken and hoarse and loud. “I thought—” His voice cracked. “I thought no one was coming.”

Fox tightened his hold. “We’d never leave you. Ever.”  The idea that Wolffe had thought that in that moment was horrifying.  That he’d be left all alone.  His own tears were spilling down his face.

Cody knelt beside them, as he rested a hand on Wolffe’s shoulder. His voice choked with emotion. “He’s right. Never.”

Bly’s hands shook as he wiped at his cheeks. He nodded. “You’re safe now.”

Ponds dropped down on Wolffe’s other side, shaking as he wrapped his arm around him. “We’ve got you.”

The trainer’s voice cut through the moment. “Tears, CC-3636?” His tone was scathing. “Why am I not surprised?”

Wolffe flinched, his breath hitching as his head dipped, pressing against Fox’s shoulder to hide it.  Fox’s arms tightened around him protectively, angry that even now, after he’d nearly died, they couldn’t leave him alone, but he didn’t answer, only glared up at the trainer.

The trainer shook his head in open disgust. “Look at all of you. Crying like a bunch of children. You are soldiers.  That’s what they told me anyway.”

None of them responded. The trainer huffed and turned sharply, his voice cold as he stormed off. “There will be consequences for this.”

None of them cared.

[keep-calm-and-drink-caf]

Clones As Things My Friends Have Said:

Wolffe: If I don’t have my coffee in the next few seconds this whole place is going to shit

Kix: So sorry, there’s no cure for pure stupidity. Or for being a dumbass. Sorry for the inconvenience, have a nice day!

Fives: There goes my maturity, straight out the window! …Oh no, it crashed somewhere on Uranus

Echo: Everyone keeps telling me that my twin is so well-behaved and competent and I’m just holding back the urge to show them a picture of him eating shampoo out of an open container because it was dark and he thought it was melted ice cream.

Hardcase: So uh. Good news and bad news. The good news is, we have an excuse to finally cook our food properly! The bad news… we maybe kinda blew up the microwave. Oh, and the pizza oven. Sorry about that.

Jesse: I wish I could say I was the mostly sane one out of these people but sadly I cannot. Echo has that title. Maybe because I tangled all his cables so badly that he spent two hours untangling each one of them. He still hasn’t forgiven me for that one.

Howzer: Life keeps hitting me with bricks. I would throw some bricks back but I’m definitely a sweetheart and throwing bricks doesn’t sound like something a sweetheart would do.

Tup: Help I tried to be Ariel and now there’s a fork stuck in my hair. Please help me I can’t get it out-

Rex: Remind me why I’m here, please? I don’t remember getting in trouble with all of you, but I guess I have to back you up now…

Crosshair: A conscience? What’s that? …A voice in your head? That sounds like a mental illness, not something encouraging you to be good.

Hunter: Can a butter knife be a murder weapon?

Tech: I am surrounded by pathetic, less-than-competent onion skins with the brain capacity of a small-sized potato salad. …Hey, it’s better than calling you all idiots.