#hardcase custom

[doom-dreaming]

how do i tell my mother that coming into my room calling me "lazybones" if i'm still in bed at any time past 7 a.m. for YEARS has done near-irreparable damage to my self-esteem and created shame about being able to just fucking relax?

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[cyclesprefectpress]

[image description: photos of The Disco Elysium Tarot, printed letterpress in an edition of one from handset lead type and linoleum blocks. It is a complete 78-card tarot deck printed primarily with white text and illustrations on medium grey cardstock, in a custom dark grey hardcase box with a hand-marbled orange and yellow endsheet. The backs of the deck are decorated with an illustration of a sprig of may bells, and a quote from Smallest Church in Saint-Saëns: "None of this matters at all." The interpretive meaning of each card is expressed on its face with a small excerpt of the game's text. The Minor Arcana are divided into four suits of Harry's Attributes—Motorics, Psyche, Physique, Intellect—and each card in that suit is a quote from a skill under that Attribute. The Major Arcana are assigned quotes from other sources like NPC dialogue or Thought Cabinet problems & solutions. Pips for the Minors are counted with diamonds like the game's skill points; each actor or title is printed with their in-game color, but made shiny & metallic with bronzing powder.

each piece of text was set in handset lead type, assembled from individual pieces for each letter and space, and printed relief on a chandler & price clamshell press. end description.]

🎊🎊 Desert Bus for Hope starts for 2023 on nov. 11th and i have made an item this year for the craftalong that will be up for giveaway between 6am-12pm on Monday the 13th! 🎊🎊 It is a full tarot deck based on Disco Elysium and it has several pieces of my heart & soul in it but NOT my blood because i put a bandaid right on that :) donations for this and any other auctions & giveaways for Desert Bus go to Child's Play Charity.

notes: i did not make a whole new interpretive model for this deck, apologies, that was outside of my scope. it's generally compatible with a Rider-Waite model, with Motorics for Wands, Psyche for Cups, Physique for Swords, and Intellect for Disks. (full distribution of text listed by card, linked below. any spelling or transcription errors you find there, i promise i fixed them in print—that's copied from my digital mockup which was copied hastily from screenshots.)

i also do not track hours on these kinds of projects because that way lies madness, but i will say: i knew how much time it would take to print it. it was a lot but i was not worried about it, i know how to print. i was very worried about how much time it would take to absorb the sheer amount of text, and distribute it across the cards, and really get an array i believe in. i was right to worry, and i have absolutely had a few anxious nightmares about discovering the Perfect excerpt that should've gone in and i missed it, and the suit of Intellect made me want to lay on the floor a few times, but still! i believe there's many versions of a deck you could make from this game and this one is a good one.

i think the Minors fit really well with the double-edged sword of Harry's skills, their advice, their priorities. the circular way the Fool-World assignment works out makes me smile every time. The colors on The Star came out so nice. i think Justice fulfills some of my favorite things about Kim's character & purpose in the story. i worried sometimes that editing to such short clips would lose too much of the politics of the game, but of course you can't really take them out and they're especially present in the Majors—the Devil and the Hierophant, The Star and The Sun. i've wanted to design a tarot deck for years and i love this game deeply and i let this idea percolate for a few months and it never stopped making me laugh so here it is, & given a beautiful purpose :)

i also literally could not have done this without xyrilin's Disco Reader and the FAYDE On-Air Playback Experiment to navigate the dialogue and skill checks. Really couldn’t have tied the whole concept & colophon in its final bow without the Disco Reader :)) thank thank thank, they're so fun to investigate that it was honestly very difficult to focus on my task instead of veering off and exploring every branch in an extremely disorganized way.

actual printing went well honestly, very few problems! i think that means i'm getting pretty good at planning one of these monstrosities, although perhaps it also means i'm not challenging myself enough. hmm. no that's silly there's 78 ding dang cards in this thing. anyway the drop & replace formes worked well, no registration issues. mum convinced me to overprint another half a deck's worth of cards when I was printing backs & borders and of course she was right :/ there were a handful of cards that actually had better line breaks and fewer lines total in true type than in the digital mockup, so i needed all the spares I had to put those new short quotes into the appropriate border breakage. next time i will not question her.

handset in Garamond, Eden Bold, and secret Neuland.

WIP : full text card assignments

bonus photo of the kind of trash notes i always take to plan things like how many borders were printed with space for short excerpts vs long excerpts, and how many of those are majors vs. minors, because they have a slightly different frame at the bottom edge, etc.

[image description: they are truly garbage notes, i tell you. half of it is written at angles to the other half, many numbers in the math problems are not labeled, mistakes are scribbled over. it gets me there but it doesn't look pretty. end description.]

[catawampuscorner]

It's my Patreon-iversary this month, which means it's time to gift my patrons some custom art! This one was a sketch request from earlier in the year. I love how panicked Hardcase looks 🤣🤣

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[freesia-writes]

Spicy Clone Dividers!!

Our first artist showcase of dividers to use in your fanfics highlights the awesome work of @powdered-kneecaps! We collaborated for these super cute and playful dividers for NSFW works, and here is a lovingly-crafted handful of clones for us all: Rex, Cody, Hardcase, Jesse, Fives, Dogma, and Tup!

So next time you need to tell them minors to "git!" you now have a custom way to do so for these clones! ;) Each one comes with a transparent or solid background option.

Please credit the artist when you use these!

[soclonely]

The clones as cool fuzzy socks?

FUZZY SOCKS? FUZZY SOCK CLONES?!?!?

The Clones as Cool Fuzzy Socks!

Rex- DINOSAUR FUZZY SOCKS DINOSAUR FUZZY SOCKS

Echo- He's boring. He wants to be able to wear them with his uniform though so sensible!

Fives- these because they would creep Echo out

Jesse- Little known fact is that Jesse's nickname in the GAR is Goose (canon, in my head) so naturally he gets the killer socks

Kix- Wouldn't be caught dead in fuzzy socks but these are his "casual comfort" socks

Tup- cat paws, only because its you <3

Dogma- whatever the hell these are

Hardcase- These. Because they creep Echo AND captain rex out.

Coric- solid pastels!

Bly- He borrowed these from Aayla and never gave them back

99- llama with a flower crown because he is precious and deserves something cute

Cody- He gardens in his free time.

Waxer/Boil- Hand knitted, small business, custom fuzzy socks for our kings

Wolffe- As the mother of the wolfpack, he is allowed to send them to general koon with a swift kick in the bum (lovingly) while wearing these socks

Boost/Sinker- Not fuzzy but you know what it fits

Hunter- oh force he would only wear leather, plaid, or camo so I will just go with these basics

Wrecker- Teddy fuzzies!!!!!!

Tech- not fluffy he don't like the feeling but he would do these knitted mouse ones (cuz he looks like a mouse tbh squeak squeak)

Crosshair- What a tool

Omega- Like wrecker, but fluffier

Howzer- sleepy cats!!

Fox- These. absolutely these "day drinker" coffee socks

Gregor- highland cattle fuzzy socks that I just ordered after finding them because he would be into weird niche things like that

[cloneloverrrrr]

"I'll be gentle, baby. Don't worry." With Hardcase or Cody and fem reader please? If you have time. No rush, no worried.

Oooh thank you to whoever sent this in!

I’ve never wrote for him before but I tried my best , it though was fun to write about our goofy Hardcase 💁🏻‍♀️ but wow he is a total DOM😈😈 slightly a slow burner but I do hope you enjoy some Hardcase smut & it doesn’t disappoint 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Dividers by the best @idontgetanysleep

Using smut prompt 22 @thelonelyempath

I actually got the inspo for this fic from McFly’s song Party Girl - if your British then you know 🤣😉

𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗕𝗲 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗕𝗮𝗯𝘆 - 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁

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𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀:🔞 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 , 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁 , 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟱𝟬𝟭𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗼𝗻

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2040

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗡 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗱𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲, 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗺𝘁, 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗗𝗢𝗠, 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗣 𝗶𝗻 𝗩 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀, 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗲

Another night of bantha piss entertaining the usual scum of Coruscant. This thought plagued your mind daily how did the only daughter of a wealthy tycoon from Chandrila end up in this sort of establishment. Something you need not dwell on right now.

However they weren’t scum , far from it. The majority of your customers were people of great importance ranging from rich and famous, to senators the odd chancellor or two, a few natborns and of course your secret favourite few.

The boys from the 501st legion, you knew their names now, but that one special clone Hardcase he seemed to tug at your heart strings. The troopers had ventured in your work place quite frequently in the last few months , usually after a tough battle or looking for some fun during their shore leave before making their way to the famous 79’s.

Kriff tonight was exceptionally ghastly, several inebriated punters had tried their best to get your attention in a crude way, failing to realise you were not an escort.

Your blood was boiling, stinging tears gathered behind your pretty green eyes, the rage inside you seeping out from every pore on your body, you saw red. The mist clouding your vision, for your own piece of mind you took yourself off the back rooms.

You paid no heed as you bolted across the room to Captain Rex sauntering in, followed by his squad, Jesse, Kix, Dogma, Tup , Fives, Echo and Hardcase. Sweet, funny, wacky Hardcase. His eyes shone brighter than the rest. They seemed kind. If it was a different time in your life … in his maybe….

“Look there goes ya girl…” Fives chuckles throwing Hardcase a shit eating grin.

Hardcase only glared back, his feeble attempt to hide the growing blush spreading across his face.

“Troopers!” The wave of authority thick in Rex’s voice has all eyes on him.

“Take those seats by the stage and relax we all deserve a night off”

“Sir yes sir! “ is shouted in unison by the group.

You had hope that a quick shower and outfit change would rid your skin and mind from the incident earlier. Far from it. Still irritate you make your way back to the grand stage, the pounding bass of the music increases, the lights dim only the silver strobe effects remain.

You walk slowly out from the shadows like some Ethereal Goddess, until you reach the middle of the stage wearing a sheer glittery blue deep plunge halter neck thong body suit completely backless, the high sides of the flimsy fabric sitting perfectly on your ass. The spotlight licked against your curves, the clear 8” heels with the 4” platform elongating your slender legs.

Hoots and cheers filled the air pairing with the vibrating sounds from the speakers.

There he was sat between his Vod’s , his striking face tattoo makes it easier to tell him apart from the rest. His eyes completely transfixed on you, roaming hungrily up and down your semi naked body. Heat begins to pool in your lower stomach, the tingle in your cunt grows.

Grabbing the pole with elegance you begin stalking around it , keeping your gaze locked on his as you reach the front of the stage once more facing the sea of onlookers you begin dancing. Your eyes close focusing on your sultry moves. Your ass twerks in time with the fast paced wave of music, you feel credits fall at your feet, its a guilty thrill you enjoy.

With your back facing the crowd you run your hands through your hair cocking your head slightly you notice the dark glow of his eyes, the desire adamant on his face. You turn around and gracefully fall to your knees crawling over to the clones of the 501st you bite your bottom lip as that coil tightens inside of you. Many of the life forms watching you try in vein to touch you as you crawl past.

You beam an alluring smile to Hardcase before wrapping your legs around the cool metal of the pole, bending backwards you arch your back pushing your breast out.

Hardcase swallows hard watching you dry hump and grind your pussy against the pole, oh so wishing it was his own painfully hard throbbing cock. To him you were just perfect.

Your body moved tastefully with agility around the pole, the way you enticingly rolled your hips. Reaching up and behind your neck you untie the bodysuit letting the top half slip down revealing your naked breasts, nipples covered by small delicate tassels. Hardcases breath hitched in this throat and lump formed , almost like dry swallowing a large pill.

As the music ended you bowed to everyone as the cheers roared and you left the stage, the butterflies in your stomach grew. Making your way to your private dressing room you feel a tug at your wrist.

Your eyes widen with utter surprise as you see the handsome clone trooper stood before you.

“Hardcase..” you stutter trying to regain your composure.

“Hello mesh’la I wasn’t err sure you remembered my name” His voice low

His hand grazed the nape of his neck awkwardly glancing at his tapping feet.

His gloved hands began to fidget and he seemed to dance on the spot, this made you giggle.

“Somewhere you need be?” An eyebrow raised as you step closer to him, even in your heels he towers over you.

“Eh well erm where are you going?” Again his eyes faced the floor.

“Care to join me for a drink trooper?” You purr.

A dippy carefree smile tugs the corners of his lips and expands as he takes your hand and follows you to the dressing room. A large pink plush couch sits cozily in the corner of the room in front is a small table with a bottle of bright green liquid and a couple of small glasses.

A sweet vanilla smell invades Hardcases nostrils as he gets comfortable against the soft fabric. Both of you share a few shots of the burning liquid, conversation flows effortlessly, your bodies gradually move closer and closer to each other, the lustful tension spikes.

The slick between your thighs building, something comes over you. A sudden brazen confidence you place your hand against his thigh. The dark look on his face says it all. A primal desire begins to control him.

Hardcase latches his hands onto your soft fleshy thighs and pulls you down on him. You straddle him, your hands flat against his chest plate. A soft whine falls from your lips as he thrusts his codpiece against your already gagging cunt. A rough drag of his gloved hand glides up your chest ripping the fabric from your body freeing your breasts.

Hardcase pushes up into you once more, his grip of your hips firm as he holds you down grinding and pushing against you.

You begin to rock your hips to ease that hot ache rising inside of you , he stifles a moan growing pleasure sizzling through every fibre of his body.

“Stand up take everything off mesh’la but I want you to keep those slutty heels on for me.”

His words strained dripping with desire.

You obediently comply you stand up removing the blue bodysuit that matches the blue painted across his armour. Eagerly you await his next command, your mouth watering watching him stripping down to his blacks. Your cunt twitches as he finally removes each item of clothing, his cock hot swollen standing to attention beads of pre cum leaking out his spongy tip.

Oh stars how you are desperate to taste him.

Hardcase rests back on the couch and begins fisting himself, slow pumps as his eyes hone in on your glistening sex, already dripping.

“Sit on my cock” demanding and possessive, ushering you over.

You stand above Hardcase, eyeing him with caution before you climb onto his lap. He hums his approval. The sting as he stretches open your tight cunt is electric,his size is frightening. But fuck it feels so good. Inch by inch you slide down his pulsating length dragging your nails across his scarred skin causing him to shudder. You feel his cock twitching in you.

“So good for me baby taking my cock” he whispers , one hand cups your cheek the other has tight hold on your ass cheek kneading the flesh greedily.

“Fuck oh Hardcase it hurts-“

Your breathy words cut off by the force of his large calloused hand grabbing the back of your hair severely , stretching your neck taught he licks up to your pulse point growling lowly. Your heartbeat quickens.

“I’ll be gentle baby. Don’t worry.” His tone lacks compassion , only pure prurience takes over him.

Your eyes widen and your lips part as pitiful whimpers fall from your lips.

Hardcase fucks up into you at a brutal pace, his hand stays in place clutching onto your soft waves , the other curling into your skin littering the area with controlling red marks. He moans low and gutted as your broken screams echo in the small room. Your cunt is pulsing with need , your breasts bounce as he mercilessly destroys you. His cock continuously hits off your cervix creating a beautiful white hot molten feeling running like icy fingertips through your veins.

“Uh- ple- please” your begs are so anguished they fuel his relentless thrusts. The frantic desire almost too much.

The hand clutching at your hair trails down between your breasts to your stomach to your clit. His finger works expertly. Your body begins to shake, your breathing ragged, he relishes in watching you squirm.

Hardcase leans up placing hot open mouthed kisses over any part of your salty skin his mouth can reach.

“Fuck! - mmm please what mesh’la?” He teases, clearly enjoying this dominating game.

He grabs your chin forcing you to look at him, a sinister glaze clouds his face, he runs his tongue across his teeth , forcing a finger flat against your tongue until you gag.

His chuckles are dark.

“Do you want to cum baby?”

You nod rapidly, stuttering whines and moans accompany the slap of his skin as he fucks you, faster, harder,deeper.

You begin moving, rising up only only the head of his cock is inside you before slamming your hips back down sheathing him fully inside. You set a fast pace fucking yourself with an aching desperation. Wicked glee flows from you.

You slam your hips down, your head falls back, your nails claw into this thighs. You feel him close to his own release, the tremors of his body, friction of his pubic bone against your sensitive clit send you into a frenzied peak. Every single nerve in your body sings, your toes curl.

“Fuck Hardcase - oh fuck yes” he is your complete undoing.

Breathy moans , curses and pants crescendo, your cunt convulse and clench’s around his immense size. The warm splash of his seed coat your walls. His body shakes as you writhe on top of him. A rush of ecstasy prickles across your skin you chase the burning desire of your orgasm, milking his cock riding out your high.

You slump into him to catch your breath, he is loose limbed beneath you. The feeling of his warm cock softening inside of you being stuffed with his cum as it trickles out of your ruined cunt and onto his thighs is utterly delicious.

He sucks in a deep sigh.

“Your so fucking beautiful mesh’la”

He begins to kiss you, shy but powerful, his tongue begs for permission to explore your mouth, you gladly accept. His finger tips dance across the base of your spine, yours stroke his shaven head.

You smile into the kiss before breaking away, his amber eyes bore into yours, a tender moment interrupted by a loud knock at closed doors.

“You guys finished yet?” Fives is laughing outside.

You chuckle as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, you don’t need to see him to know Hardcase is seething right now. But for now you are content in his arms.

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[tup-ika-5385]

Knockout Ch. 22:

Chapter Summary:

Time is running out while Fives, Tup, Dogma, Rex, Fox, and the others report to the jedi about the inhibitor chips and try to find a solution to help their vode.

Chapter 22: Shatter

Trailing after General Windu in the early morning light, Tup, Fives, Hardcase, and the others wandered further into the Jedi Temple’s quiet hallways— a sharp contrast from Coruscant’s constant noise. 

The meditation room was unremarkable, at least compared to the high vaulted ceilings, thousand-year old mosaics, and other monuments to an earlier age that still had Tup’s head spinning. But when General Windu paused in front of the door, opening it with a wave of his hand and moving to select a well-worn mug from a low table nearby and fill it with caf, Tup knew this was where they’d give their report to the Jedi— once General Windu was awake enough to hear it, at least. 

“I thought the debriefing room for the Jedi Shadows would be more… y’know, shadowy.” Tup commented, walking alongside Fives and Hardcase as they stepped into the unmarked meditation room. 

“See, that’s just what someone would say if they were trying to infiltrate the Jedi Shadows!” Fives responded, nodding sagely. “But— if they hide the Jedi Shadows in plain sight, say in a brightly-lit meditation room— nobody would expect it!” Fives rubbed his chin in thought, looking vaguely reminiscent of General Kenobi.

“Ohh…That’s pretty smart! I never would’ve thought of that” Tup exclaimed, nodding in thanks at Fives’ explanation before looking around at the new space.

“Exactly!” Hardcase grinned, having listened to Fives’ and Tup’s commentary. Elbowing Fives as he entered the room, Hardcase chuckled. “Told ya Jedi were mind-readers, vod!”

General Windu was the one to respond, now fully-caffeinated and ready to hear their report. “One doesn’t need to be a mind-reader to engage in subterfuge, troopers. Only predict others’ expectations and respond accordingly.” He offered a mug to Commander Fox as well, who accepted it with practiced ease— almost like they’d done this before. Which, they probably had, now that Tup was thinking about it.

Taking a seat at one of the circular platforms, General Windu left the others to awkwardly shuffle in around him, unsure if they were allowed to sit down for a formal briefing. After all, only Rex– and Fox, apparently– had ever entered the Jedi temple before, and none of them were well-versed in natborn customs.

Commander Fox answered that question by taking a seat on the platform adjacent to General Windu’s. This was followed by an order from General Windu to “stand easy.” The command was a notch down from even the “at ease” that General Skywalker tended to use when he wanted them to relax, so the small group hesitantly took a seat on the various meditation platforms in the room before turning to face General Windu.

Dogma had gone with the injured troopers, still a little jumpy around unfamiliar lightsabers and feeling responsible for them as the squad’s remaining medic, but Tup wished for a moment that his batchmate was here with them. After all, it was Dogma who first noticed that he was feeling off, when everything first started; Dogma who had scanned for the chip, making sure he stayed in one piece even when everything else was falling apart.

But as they continued their briefing, Tup found himself grateful that Dogma had chosen to step out for this one. General Windu was a good General– all his battle plans were well-thought out, and he had lower casualty counts than most Jedi Generals, but his unerringly sharp gaze couldn’t help but send a chill down Tup’s spine— like he was standing next to a shield generator, close enough to make his hair stand on end. General Skywalker tried to hide it most of the time, but some Jedi just exuded power in a way that Tup couldn’t explain, and General Windu was definitely one of them.

He seemed to be better at keeping an even temper, at least, but Tup could swear that he saw the General’s eyebrow twitch when they told him about the Kaminoan’s betrayal, and a nod of sympathy when Hardcase struggled through the explanation of Kix’s loss. But the General stayed quiet throughout, listening to their debriefing patiently with the occasional question, but he held his peace even when it wasn’t quite as formal as it should have been. 

Finally, when they had finished, General Windu spoke. “So, you’re saying that every clone has an inhibitor chip implanted in their heads by the Kaminoans, who have apparently been working with the Separatists since the start of the war— and that the activation of these chips could systematically dismantle the entire republic from the inside.”

“Yes, sir.” Fives responded gravely, and Tup swallowed thickly. When it was all laid out like that, they could see just how bad it was. 

“What methods have you used to deactivate the chips?” General Windu asked. “You said surgery was an effective means of removing them?”

Fives was the one to respond this time. “Yessir. Tup’s was removed once it started going haywire, and Commander Wolffe reported no negative side-effects after his own surgery. He’s the only one who had it activated before being removed, but we’ve all had ours removed as well, minus Captain Rex. Although…” Fives trailed off, lost in thought. 

“What is it, trooper?”

“Dogma received an order without his chip activating.” Tup interjected, remembering what the 104th’s CMO had said when he’d removed their chips. “Apparently his was missing some key components.” He explained while Hardcase nodded in agreement, earning a look of intrigue from General Windu.  

“Dogma has the remaining chips in his medkit for analysis in medical. We should check back with him, and see how the other troopers are doing.” Rex spoke up finally, anxious to return to his injured troopers.

General Windu nodded, also wanting to get a better look at these inhibitor chips. “I’ll lead the way.”

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Jesse was difficult to watch.

He’d woken up only a little before they’d joined Dogma in medbay, and when he wasn’t struggling against his restraints, the ARC eyes were searching every corner of the isolation ward he’d been placed in. If not for the Jedi healers’ ability to sense warnings in the force, Jesse likely would’ve already escaped, and through the one-way glass, Tup could see where the ARC’s skin blanched as he pressed against the padded restraints. 

“Why isn’t he sedated already?” Captain Rex asked, and Tup had to agree. Keeping Jesse awake and restrained sounded cruel. 

A Jedi Healer had already been in the room with Dogma when they had joined him, a Mon Calamari with a calm demeanor. According to her name tag, she specialized in neurology, and Tup couldn’t help but feel at-ease when she nodded at them in greeting.

“We attempted sedation, but he refused. Unless a patient is unconscious or otherwise unable to provide consent, we must respect their decisions.” Jedi Healer Bant replied, sounding apologetic but firm, and Tup’s estimation of the other Jedi went up in his mind. 

Consent was a new concept to the clones, even though their Jedi Generals tried to encourage it. Even some medics occasionally forgot at-times, having internalized the Kaminoan’s training and insistence on seeing them as products instead of people. And in the heat of battle, it was hard to ask for consent over the ringing of blasterfire. But…

“...Is he able to provide consent?” Tup wondered aloud, saying what they all were thinking. Jesse was definitely acting differently than he usually would.

“Have you been briefed on this trooper’s situation?” General Windu interjected, to which Healer Bant nodded. “We have been trying to determine the extent of Lieutenant Jesse’s cognitive changes, and I admit that I’ve been having trouble. His force signature is dimmed compared to most, but it’s difficult to pinpoint just how much of his autonomy is impacted, especially because I’ve never met him before today.”

At that, General Windu’s gaze lightened and he offered, “Perhaps I could be of some assistance.”

“Sir?” Captain Rex questioned, and Tup wasn’t an expert, but most medics required training, and he assumed that Jedi medics were the same. How could General Windu help when Healer Bant couldn’t?

Sensing their confusion, Healer Bant explained. “Master Windu has the ability to see shatterpoints in the force in order to better direct his focus and dueling skills. Yes, that would be most welcome.” She responded, turning to General Windu with the last part. 

They waited on pins and needles as the General closed his eyes, eyebrows furrowing as he focused on Jesse. 

“It’s strange,” General Windu commented after a long moment. “I can sense the usual shatterpoints I would find in a humanoid life form– the heart, the brain– but there’s almost a sense of double-vision with a shatterpoint right here.” He motioned to his own right temple, earning a look of shock from the surrounding troopers.

“And us?” Dogma interrupted, pushing aside his trepidation at addressing a Jedi General directly, but he had to know.

Windu closed his eyes again for a moment before shaking his head. “I don’t sense it.”

“Not at all, sir? Rex still has his in.” Fives interjected, and General Windu shook his head again.

“Your minds are loud– chaotic and clouded, much like any other strong-willed individual, regardless of force sensitivity. Jesse’s mind is… quiet. Sensing the disturbance in him is… easier. Perhaps in sleep, I could sense the difference.”

“General Vos could do it.” Commander Fox said, sounding smug as he crossed his arms, and General Windu looked almost amused at the comment before moving on.

 “What of the remaining inhibitor chips?” The General asked, turning back to Dogma who flinched instinctively at being addressed before motioning towards a nearby tray table.

“Here, sir.”

Another moment was spent analyzing the chips before General Windu pointed at two in particular. “This was yours?” He asked Tup, who nodded after glancing at his own chip, concealing a shudder. He still couldn’t believe that had been rotting away inside his head.

“And this one?” General Windu asked, pointing to another that looked indistinguishable from the others to the naked eye, but Dogma nodded in affirmation. “Mine, sir.”

“Trooper Tup’s inhibitor chip and yours were both lacking the shatterpoint in all the others, one because it already went off, and one because it lacked one in the first place.”

With General Windu focusing again on the remaining chips, the troopers went quiet as the room’s pressure increased, and then with an almost audible pop, it dissipated at the same time that Windu’s hand twitched, skin turning more ashen than before.

Healer Bant, who had been looking at the readout for the inhibitor chips, turned sharply to look at General Windu. “What did you do?”

Windu raised his hands placatingly, color already returning, although he still looked like he could use another strong cup of kaff. “I attempted to disentangle the shatterpoint inside one of the chips.” 

“You’re only a week recovered from that last bout of force-exhaustion, Master Windu.” She responded reproachfully.

“And I did not break any restrictions, seeing as they were removed three days ago.” He responded placatingly, earning an unamused look from the healer before she returned to her datapad once she was sure that he wouldn’t keel over in a dead faint. 

“Well, whatever you did, this one is no longer conducting an electrical signal.” She commented, pointing to one of the chips on her readout, and all the clones rushed forward to look.

General Windu looked almost pleased at that, nodding in satisfaction.

“What exactly are you targeting when you do your force shattering?” Fives spoke up, curious as the General turned to the next inhibitor chip, focus renewed.

Eyes still closed, Windu responded. “I am finding the weak points in a system’s makeup. But in this case, I have to be careful to focus on the inorganic components of the chips. All life forms have midichlorians, which can also be a marker of force-sensitivity, but in this case, I’m using them to determine what’s living and what’s not.”

“Are you able to replicate it inside a trooper?” This time, it was Rex who spoke up.

General Windu paused, thinking it over for a moment. “Not while they’re awake… but sleeping, it would be possible, although not at the scale required.”

“But what you’re doing is just separating the organic from the inorganic, right?” Fives started pacing, now deep in thought. “We just need to find something that can attack the chip part of the inhibitor chips without damaging the organic parts.”

Hardcase spoke up, having let the others take the lead until now. “Easier said than done, vod. Scans show that the inorganic components of the chips are all silicon, which can resist pretty high temperatures, so we can’t fry it without frying the surrounding brain tissue. Unless you know of a way to break down a datachip without injuring the rest of the brain, we’re stuck with surgically removing every last chip in the GAR.”

“Actually…” General Windu intervened, looking thoughtful. “On my home planet, Haruun Kal, there is a fungus that metabolizes most silicate products, including most technology. I’m not sure of its long-term effects, but…”

“But it might be worth a shot!” Fives finished, and for the moment, they felt a little more hopeful– at least until Jesse chose that moment to rattle his restraints against the bed rails, letting out a noise of pure rage that sent a shiver up Dogma’s spine.

“You’re all traitors!!!” He roared before slumping against the bed once more.

The room was silent for a long moment after that.

“How’s that comm’s blackout, Fox?” Rex asked, changing the subject after he’d managed to pry his eyes away from his trooper on the other side of the glass. If they were going to help Jesse, they needed time, and it was growing shorter the longer they waited.

“Still running strong for another couple hours.” Fox sighed, rubbing a hand over his face in exhaustion. “We’ll need to figure out what we’re planning on reporting back. If we make the Chancellor wait much longer, heads are going to roll.” 

“What are we going to tell them? We can’t turn Rex in!” Hardcase protested, refusing to lose another brother in this mission, still reeling from Jesse’s outburst.

General Windu spoke up, a sardonic note in his tone. “Captain Rex has been in the Jedi Temple’s Halls of Healing for the past cycle. A patrol found his speeder crashed near the premises, likely a hit-and-run, but he wasn’t wearing his armor, so the Halls were unable to identify him until he woke up approximately an hour ago.”

Tup’s eyes widened as the General continued, and by the end of his explanation, he could almost swear that the General was smiling. “That could work!” 

Commander Fox looked similarly relieved, smirking as he followed General Windu’s suggestion to its logical conclusion. “At any given time, there’s approximately 10,000 troopers on Coruscant’s surface, so it’s nearly impossible to identify a single trooper by looks alone. A common mistake for natborns.”

Commander Fox made a considering noise as he continued to brainstorm. “We’d need to be able to corroborate the story, and Rex doesn’t exactly look fresh out of a speeder crash, but that can be fixed.”

“I’m not going to like this, am I?” Rex sighed, resigned to his fate.

Fives, on the other hand, almost looked excited. “General, any chance we could see a more practical application of that shatterpoint ability of yours? We don’t wanna hurt Rex– just, rough him up a little.” 

General Windu looked almost amused at the comment before turning back to Captain Rex, looking just a little too smug to come off as sympathetic. “I’m sure we can think of something.”

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AO3 Link TBD (once it comes back online, oof):

[starwars-sims]

Masterlist

hi :) my name is julie and im obsessed with star wars and the sims 4.

I created this side blog as a reference point where all star wars canon & oc character creations, sw alien mods etc can live.

This is an 18+ blog and my sims 4 gameplay is 18+ [NO MINORS ALLOWED]

below are reference links for all the mods and character references I use in my game:

[on-going][will link each character as I add them]

*updated 5/31/24

**all mods used to create each character will be referenced & linked in their associated character sheet**

Clone Wars Era:

Clone Character Models

Captain Rex

Commander Wolffe

Commander Cody

Commander Fox

Arc Trooper Fives

Arc Trooper Jesse

Clone Trooper Hardcase

Clone Medic Kix

Captain Howzer

Captain Gregor

Clone Trooper Fireball

Bonus: Jango Fett

Jedi Character Models

Anakin Skywalker

Ahsoka Tano

Obi-wan Kenobi

Mace Windu

Aayla Secura

Qui-gon Jinn

Quinlan Vos

Kit Fisto

Luminara Unduli

Villain Character Models

Asajj Ventress

Darth Maul

Count Dooku

Other Republic-era Character Models

Padme Amidala

Riyo Chuchi

Duchess Satine Kryze

The Bad Batch Era:

Sergeant Hunter

Arc Corporal Echo

Clone Trooper Tech

Clone Trooper Wrecker

Clone Trooper Crosshair

Omega

The Rebellion Era:

Hera Syndulla

Kanan Jarrus

Sabine Wren

Ezra Bridger

Jacen Syndulla (child)

Cassian Andor

Bix Caleen

Lando Calrissian

Luke Skywalker (child)

Leia Skywalker-Amidala-Organa (child)

The New Republic Era:

Din Djarin

Grogu (child)

Boba Fett (young adult)

Fennec Shand

OCs & SW Alien Species:

Mari Vontas (rexxdjarin oc)

Kai Vontas (rexxdjarin oc)

Nisa Vontas (rexxdjarin oc)

Mako Vontas (rexxdjarin oc)

Zeeta Undre (rexxdjarin twi'lek oc)

Jai Undre (rexxdjarin twi'lek oc)

Xori Undre (rexxdjarin twi'lek oc)

Qwo Undre (rexxdjarin twi'lek oc) (child)

Teza Kirso (rexxdjarin oc)

Keeda Ionza (sleepingsun01 oc)

Nautolan (F!Model)

Togruta (F!Model)

~~ MODS ~~

Game Play Mods

Star Wars Alien Species Mods

Star Wars Canon Character Outfit Mods

Custom CAS Mods

~~ Builds ~~

79s Clone Bar

[nebula1734]

Some headcanons about my Warhammer AU for clone wars:

- Rex uses dual Laspistols instead of a standard pattern lasgun

- Fives and Echo are Tempestus Scions who are part of Inquisitor Skywalker’s retinue, so they just serve with the 501st Kaminoan Regiment

- Hardcase is their plasma gunner and frequently overheats his plasma gun by accident because he just fires it without thinking to watch out for the heat, so he burns his hands a lot.

- Dogma is the regimental Ecclesiarchy Zealot. He loves quoting scripture and trying to remind everyone of their holy duty to the Emperor

- Tup is their radioman and carries the Vox

- Anakin was an Interrogator under Inquisitor Kenobi and has remained friends with him since his promotion

- Commissar Krell was hated by the 501st and personally executed by Inquisitor Skywalker. Dogma disapproved, believing he was a good commissar who carried out the Emperor’s will, until evidence revealed Krell was actually a heretic.

- Strike Force 99 is comprised of Hunter, a mostly regular guardsman, marksman Crosshair, Magos Tech of the Adeptus Mechanicus, and bonehead Ogryn Wrecker.

- Wrecker is smart for an Ogryn, but he is still slow when compared to most average humans

-Strike Force 99 found an orphan named Omega during one of their missions who now lives aboard their customized Valkyrie.

[meme-force-99]

Art Repository

In order to best appreciate so many talented creators, we are starting this post to catalogue all the art, edits, and memes created for the blogs.

We will keep updating, but feel free to reply with any other creations you encounter!

@apocalyp-tech-a Echo as Edward Scissorhands

@cloned-eyes Echo as Ned Stark

@delicateartisantrash Challenge Accepted Gonk Attack at Imperial Intelligence Kids

@ghostymarni Crosshair's Favorite Pasttime

@kellygreeny Donut Scomp

@kimageddon Crosshair in a Suit Gift for the Commander Imperial Wrecker Propaganda

@ladykagewaki Baby Batch: Crosshair Hugs Echo Blogiversary Echo Juice Echo: Kama Model Echo Simp Caught Scomp-Handed Freakishly Long (Cold) Toes Leg vs Toes Ms Fangirl and the White Bullet Pepper Toes vs Strength

@lorjukka Weighted Blanket

@lunarninja613 Exceptionally-Minded Blogiversary Poster Kark-Trooper-Echo Blogiversary Poster Phee-Spirited Blogiversary Poster Superior-Sniper Blogiversary Poster TBBS-Best-Hair Blogiversary Poster

@megakatz Imperial Science Officer Tech Lt. Blithe

@meilooruns-a-go-go Light Saber Taped to Gonky

@melymigo Anime Face Hunter Remesisces Hunter's 13in1 Shampoo

@mentelydrunk Wolffe in a Crop Top

@nika6q Howzer Pulls Off a Mullet Hunter's Kenergy Meme Force 99 Christmas Card Putting the Cute in Execute

@paperback-rascal Chungus Lula Customer Service Inquiry Enforced by Sniper Have a Nice Day

@probadbatch Look Into My Eyes

@raevulsix Crosshair's Flat Ass

@shyranno Imperial Echo

@skeltrr @imperial-science-officer's avatar

@somewhere-on-kamino It's Crosshair, Bitch

@spade-andthe-microwave Hardcase's Radioactive Earring

@spectors-moon Imperial Echo Poster

@tech-deck Gonky and Crosshair 4EVAH

@theartgremlin Hug from a Gremlin Hunter's Bantha Hair

@thistechnologicalterror Gonky with Vader's Lightsaber

@xinambercladx And WHY aren't we running???!

@zaana Imperial Crosshair

[masterjedilenawrites]

I am curious as to your headcanons for the clones with a Grey Jedi S/O. Are they cautious, curious, impressed? And for that matter, how likely are they to pursue such a relationship since they're not bound by the Code like the Order is?

🐢 Sloooowly making my way through requests. Sorry for the wait on this!

Cody, Kix, and Dogma are intrigued. Their curiosity has definitely been piqued, especially regarding the open door to a relationship. They would've been doing all they could not to fall for this person (which is to say not very well), believing they were off-limits due to being a Jedi. But now, now they'll be very interested to learn more about what it means to be a "Grey Jedi" and will take special note of the fact that attachments aren't off the table. They'd be more willing to be with a Grey Jedi than another other Jedi.

Rex and Wolffe are conflicted. They have come to care for the Jedi, both their Jedi Generals and the Order as a whole. They admire what the Jedi stand for, how caring and hopeful they can be even amidst a war. But now they have a crush on this particular Jedi who walks a fine line between light and dark, and they don't know how they feel about that. They would need to be convinced the Jedi wasn't corrupted by the dark side, and better understand everything else they stand for, before being comfortable pursuing a relationship.

Fives, Jesse, and Tup are impressed. They think it's pretty cool their S/O has found a way to encompass different values outside of the traditional Jedi customs, while still maintaining a stance for all things good and fair. They appreciate the hard work and dedication it takes to dabble in unknown areas, just enough to draw strength to fight for what's right without being corrupted by it. They are amazed by what their S/O can do with their unconventional position, and grateful that it allows them to have a relationship without feeling guilty.

Fox and Hardcase are ambivalent on the matter. They don't mind too much what their S/O does or stands for, just so long as they aren't cruel or unethical about it. They believe people are more than their professions, even the clones as soldiers, though perhaps they wouldn't voice those opinions aloud for a while. They'll learn enough about this "greyness" their S/O embraces as a part of getting to know them, the whole them, along with everything else. And they'll be both encouraging and supportive, knowing this path is what makes them them.

[incorrectclonewarsquotes]

Star Wars characters as unhinged quotes from a Discord GC

Plo Koon: Listen as a wannabe good dad deadbeats are off the menu.

Palpatine: The way I see it is that I can no longer sustain a customer base if I keep killing thm

Fives: It’s the flavor of flour.

Echo: I don’t think you’re an authority on gaydars.

Obi-Wan: Murder is hard become a writer instead.

Hardcase: Didn’t think they were a stud I thought they really liked that haircut.

Dogma; Jesse has the reading list of a black commie bottom.

Padme: Men would rather engage in civil war than step into a therapist’s office.

Maul: The violence today tastes delicious

Cody: WTF are dddy issues? Just traumatize your father back.

Wooley: I’d say choke them out but they’d probably enjoy it.

[ahsokathegray]

A Hangover Cure

Pairing: Rexsoka

Prompt: Rexsoka Week '22 - Day 7 - AU / Anything

Summary: After Rex finds Ahsoka drunk at 79's, it forces him to come to terms with how he really feels.

Tags: language, drunkeness, angst

Word Count: 4,441

A/N: What a great Rexsoka Week!! I was so glad to be able to participate and read everyone else's work! Thank you to those that read what I had to contribute <3

read on ao3! / rexsoka week '22 masterlist

Rex ground his teeth. The rush of blood in his veins made his ears pound as the air taxi neared the bar. He leaned into the headrest, staring up at the roof of the vehicle, exhaling loudly. It smelled offensively of death sticks. He drummed his fingers against the seat, chewing on the information he’d received from Kix.

“Commander Tano is at 79’s with us. Might want to come and get her.”

This was annoyingly typical of the boys. He hasn’t had a single off-duty period in over a year that didn’t involve him getting pulled down to the Uscru District at least twice to do this very thing. Of course he’d be summoned yet again to fetch someone from the clone bar. 

It was always the same. 

Jesse is stumbling and slurring his words, we need you to come get him. Fives started a bar fight with a clone from a different legion, we need you to come get him. Hardcase has started to remove his armor, we need you to come get him. 

This time around, it was Commander Tano. He should’ve been surprised, but the men could be very persuasive. He couldn’t always dodge their incessant pleading for him to grab ‘just one drink’ with them. His chest rose and fell with deep, ragged breaths. Kix had failed to divulge the extent as to why the Commander needed to be picked up or why she was present.

Although, her being there in the first place was plenty of reason to get him to abandon the mission report and rush down here. 

The driver suddenly laid on the breaks, breaking Rex away from his thoughts. 

“Why are we stopped?” he questioned, looking to where 79’s was on the corner up ahead. 

“Can’t see it well enough, but looks like a crash up ahead,” the driver answered, his Trandoshan rasp dragging. 

Rex pursed his lips and huffed, “Let me out here. I’ll walk. Meet me at the bar up there and wait.” He opened the speeder door and stepped out, placing a few extra credits in the man’s hand. Rex inhaled the evening air, the death stick smell less potent than before. He squared his shoulders and made a beeline for the establishment, already seeing several copies of his own face lingering outside. The bar was busy tonight. He clenched his jaw as he waded past them to get inside, wondering which moof-milker had the bright idea to bring their Commander here. 

The Captain managed to pass the threshold after a bit of difficulty, and started for their usual booth in the back. He caught sight of the signature 501st blue between the dancing bodies on the floor and swarm of customers at the bar. It was Kix. 

“Rex!” the medic called, “I was looking for you. What took so long?”

Rex raised his voice to be heard over the thumping of the music, “Traffic. There’s a speeder crash right outside. Where is she? Is she alright?”

Kix offered him a few pats to the shoulder and pointed with his free hand, “Over at our table. She’s alright… She’s just a little…”

Rex gave him a look filled with both helpless concern and anger. 

“She’s fine, Rex! As soon as I got here and saw her with the boys, I sent for you,” Kix hurried out, thrown off by the Captain’s change in tone. He never acted this way when it was just one of the boys that he was picking up.

“She’s just a little what, Kix?” Rex repeated his brother's earlier words. 

The medic diverted his attention to where his drink sat on the bar, “She’s just a little inebriated.”

Rex’s eyes blew wide, eyebrows raising and pinching together, “Kix! She’s the Comman一”

“I know, Rex. Just escort her back. If I knew ahead of time, I wouldn’t have let it happen.”

Sighing in defeat, Rex gave him a nod of appreciation and, in return, Kix extended him a sympathetic smile. The blonde stood up straight and made his way to the table littered with empty drinks, catching sight of the tips of Ahsoka’s montrals. Her silka beads were bouncing with her laughter as he approached the group from behind. Hardcase was faced towards him, and was the first to see the less-than-pleased Captain. 

“Dank farrik,” the clone coughed, attempting to quietly warn the rest of the boys. Rex knew it was supposed to be a hushed caution, but had come out louder in the man’s intoxication. 

“Boys,” Rex started, and each head whipped around to face him, red and all caught in their blatant defiance. Ahsoka quickly sat her glass down, pushing it away from her with her fingers and tapping them against the table as if Rex hadn’t just watched her do it. He crossed his arms, “Anyone care to explain to me why Commander Tano is here?”

They’d all been laughing as he walked over, but were now straight-backed and tight-lipped, afraid to say the wrong thing and piss him off. Rex took a seat next to Hardcase and rested one arm on the table, letting his hand dangle off the edge cooly. He gave Hardcase a look that could kill. 

“S-sir, Captain… Rex,” the flustered man slurred, “We didn’t expect you here tonight.”

“Clearly,” the Captain seethed, eyeing the rest of them. Ahsoka held one arm with her hand, looking down at her lap. He cleared his throat, “Jesse?”

The man bit his cheek, swirling the drink in his glass, “Rex. Apologies Captain, I should’ve sent for you. I, er…” Jesse’s eyes briefly cut over to where Fives was sitting. 

Ah. He had a culprit. 

Rex turned his attention to the vod responsible, “Fives, you know一”

“Yeah, I know what the General said,” Fives hiccuped, “But she’s always been a kid. She grew up on the b-battlefield, Rex! I just wanted her to have som-something normal for once now that she’s a bit older!”

The table went quiet with Fives’s reasoning, everyone sitting there knowing he was right, anticipating the Captain’s response. 

Rex set his jaw and swallowed, “Fives, it’s not your place to disagree. If Skywalker finds out, it’s not just your head. It’s yours, mine, and hers.”

Fives sat back, overpowered and too drunk to fight his Captain any further. On past nights, he’d not been so reserved, always arguing with Rex to not take whichever brother it was back to the barracks. Fives would laugh and joke and follow them out to the air taxis, fumbling over his words and tripping on his feet. 

Not tonight. 

Rex turned his accusatory gaze to Ahsoka, “Get up. We’re leaving.”

The young Jedi met his glowering amber eyes once before looking right back down, mumbling to Fives. The guilty vod shuffled out of their booth to let her by. She took a minute to regain her balance and Rex held her by the shoulder, pressing her into his side for her stability. 

Fives gestured towards her sullenly, “See ya ‘round, kid.”

“We had fun with you, Commander,” Jesse called. 

Rex walked her away, back through the crowd of drinkers and dancers towards the door. He kept a slow pace to allow her to make the proper steps, watching her closely as they went. Rex was upset with her, but he wouldn’t deliberately punish her by making her trip. Kix ran up behind them, still sober, and walked them out. The modest medic hovered over the side of Ahsoka that Rex wasn’t on, shielding her from the more rowdy customers. He cleared his throat to speak once they made it back outside. Coruscant was never quiet, especially at night, but they could at least reasonably hear one another now. 

“She’s gonna be fine. Just might feel pretty lousy when morning comes. Leave her with some painkillers and make sure she hydrates,” Kix assisted, clapping Rex on the back. He smiled at her before turning away, “I’ll drop by in the morning. See how you’re feeling.”

Ahsoka only nodded in return and Kix jogged back inside. Rex searched for his earlier taxi, the mess of police lights still not having died down. He grumbled and looked down at her, “With all due respect Commander, what were you thinking?”

The drunk girl shuffled her feet, still refusing to look at her Captain. She could see his irritated expression out of her peripheral and bit her cheek, stifling the laughter that started to bubble in her lungs. 

Rex furrowed his brows, his voice deepening, “Are you laughing? Commander, do you know how reckless this stunt was? You disobeyed Skywalker’s direct一”

“I kn-know! I know I did, okay?” the Togruta interjected, throwing her hands up and finally turning her head to face him. She watched as his jaw flexed, his face turning a few shades darker. That time, she did start to laugh. 

“It’s one thing when it’s the boys, but you know better,” he scolded, knowing her to have once been a spunky and careless Padawan. She’d outgrown all that, grown into a mature young woman that even taught him things at times. He was severely disappointed in her tonight. 

Her body shook with laughter, unable to take him seriously with his cheeks so flushed. Rex was never angry with her, it just simply never happened. Ahsoka didn’t know how to swallow that, so she found it… hilarious. 

She huffed at him and he gripped her shoulder tighter, “Is that kriffing Tihaar on your breath?”

Rex was enraged now. Not only had the boys gone and gotten her intoxicated, they’d given her the strongest ale they possibly could have for her first alcoholic drink — the Mandalorian stuff. Tihaar was Rex’s own drink of choice and it was strong enough to knock him on his ass after two glasses. 

“S-so what if it is?” she confirmed, eyes glazed over, still giggling to herself. 

“You could’ve gotten hurt. You shouldn’t play with that stuff,” he replied through his teeth. 

They watched as the police vehicles sped away, flashing lights coloring their skin. The entire crash had now been cleared, two speeders hauled off, and no sign of his driver when the traffic finally cleared. Great. This night has shaped up to be just perfect. Rex fished more credit chits out of his pocket, counting what he had on him. He stepped closer to the flow of traffic and hailed an air taxi. 

“Don’t take me back to the Temple, Rex,” Ahsoka rushed out when a yellow speeder stopped in front of them.

He looked down at her, all half-lidded and worried, “We are going back to the Temple and you’re going to sleep the alcohol off.”

Ahsoka continued to argue, “No. Not yet… J-Just let me regain-n some composure first. If anyone sees…”

“Then where am I supposed to take you?”

There was a pregnant pause as Ahsoka began to fiddle with the edge of her blue dress, “For food?”

Rex rolled his eyes and shook his head, holding onto the door of the speeder and yanking it open, “Get in.” He waited for her to get settled, holding onto her arm to make sure she did so without injury. He followed in behind her and told the driver to head for Dex’s.

They sat in silence for a while, Rex steaming in his own tangle of thoughts while Ahsoka’s head lolled with the movements of the vehicle. He looked over at her. She was quite amused with her drunken state, petting the seat of the taxi and softly giggling at how her lekku tingled. Rex shook his head, “I should be finishing a mission report right now.”

Ahsoka bit her lip, “Oh... And now, you had to come get me?”

Her choice of words made him roll his eyes. He wasn’t enthralled with this in the slightest. She couldn’t handle her alcohol, the boys made one hell of a move tonight, the traffic had made him late, that mission report was due in the morning, and now they had to go get her some food to sober up. 

“Yes. I had to come get you because the boys were being a bunch of di’kuts and brought their commanding officer to a bar.”

“Di’kut,” she repeated, emphasizing the last syllable with the tip of her tongue on her teeth. 

Rex’s eyes softened, “It means idiot.”

Ahsoka ceased her fidgeting and hiccuped, “I’m th-the idiot.”

“No. You’re not an idiot,” Rex retorted without hesitation.

“Yes I am. I’m the one… I ak-asked them to take me.”

The blonde didn’t know what to say to that. Of course he didn’t think she was a di’kut, but if he attempted to rescind his statement she’d notice. She always noticed. He sighed, trying to be more calm with her, “Why would you ask them to take you to 79’s?”

Ahsoka sat up, attempting to manage a bit of sobriety, “All I ever do is fight in this war, Rex. Just like you do. All of us… do. You get to come here and blow off st-steam and I… I never stop. I n-never stop going. I wanted a normal night… with my friends.”

He felt so defeated, unsure how he could continue to be upset with her. He knew he couldn’t. She was a Jedi. Half of her normal was something he’d never know about. Rex never thought about what her off-duty time actually consisted of, just assumed she got the same leisure that he did. She had passed the drinking age and never celebrated the way he and the boys did when they ‘passed’ it. Her first drink was tonight. She’d had namedays that went uncelebrated. There were events and milestones in her life that she didn’t get; just like him.

Rex looked at the tired Jedi, her eyes closed and no longer having fun in her intoxication, brows eaten up with worry.

“Come here,” he offered before he even realized it. He didn’t know how else to give her comfort in their dark, stuffy cab. Rex already felt bad for scolding her, accidentally insulting her, and ruining her night.

Ahsoka’s eyes opened, readjusting to the dim lighting and searching him for further confirmation. He gestured with his hand for her to move closer and she complied. She moved over to where he sat and he resumed his hold on her shoulder, pressing his fingers into her skin to give her a sense of solace. The hazy Jedi fingered at the plates covering his abdomen, “What was your first drink, Rex?”

He laughed at her innocent question, knowing that the whole story held much more than she could appreciate tonight, “You really wanna know?”

Big blue eyes lit up, their usual sparkle returning. She nodded.

Her Captain sighed, “Agh… Everyone else’s was the night of graduation from Kamino. It usually is anyway. So, after my first successful battle… They took me back there to 79’s and I had one too many Fizzbrews. I was trying to keep up with Cody… Huge mistake.” Rex laughed at himself, reliving the embarrassing, but fond memory.

“Well, what happened?”

“I’ll tell you in the morning,” he promised, having a bit of hope she’d want to spend more time with him like this again. Ahsoka’s eyes twinkled, a laugh escaping her anyway. Rex’s gaze lingered on her a bit too long before he forced himself to look back at the Coruscanti night traffic. He’d had similar attractions to his Jedi not too long ago — attractions and feelings he thought he was able to suppress. 

“When was your first kiss?”

Rex scoffed, “I hardly think that’s appropriate, Commander.”

Ahsoka rolled her eyes, sitting up, “None of this is appropriate, Captain.”

Her throwing his formal title into the mix made him realize that she had a point. Him picking her up from the bar, drunk, to prevent Skywalker from knowing was inappropriate. Him being alone with her off-duty was inappropriate. His men and countless other men seeing them take an air taxi in the opposite direction of the Temple… inappropriate. Him holding her closer than he should’ve and that longing feeling returning in his chest when he observed her… as inappropriate as it gets. 

Rex pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth, gathering the courage to tell her and hoping this was something she’d forget by tomorrow, “Never.”

Her mouth fell agape, “Never? Rex, you’ve never had your first kiss?”

He shouldn’t have felt embarrassed, but he did, “Just never had the time.”

“Fives tells me all about his romantic exploits… and otherwise,” she winked, snickering to herself. 

“He shouldn’t be doing that.”

“And you should put yourself out there,” she retorted playfully.

Rex didn’t like being put on the spot, opting to turn it back on her, “Oh and I suppose you’re omitted from this? When was your first kiss?”

She lifted her chin into the air, “It was a few years ago if you must know.”

That hurt more than he thought it would. He only asked her because he knew — or thought he knew — that she’d never kissed anyone. She was a Jedi.

“And?”

Ahsoka’s smug expression fell at that, “And it… It wasn’t my… It was decided for me.”

Rex’s jaw set and Ahsoka’s mouth went dry. His eyes darkened and his face was now inches from hers, “It was decided for you?”

She smiled quickly to rid the uneasiness she’d created, “I’ll tell you in the morning.”

“That should never have happened, Ahsoka. I’m so sorry,” he apologized. Had it been on a mission he was on? Was it off-duty? Could he have prevented it? Was it a fellow Jedi? Who did this to her?

He hadn’t meant to use her given name. It wasn’t what he often chose to say, as using it over her title felt out of place. Her name felt foreign on his tongue and made his mouth buzz. Rex knew that if she were sober, she’d have noticed the way it fumbled from his mouth. 

“It’s alright. It’s a long story. I promise to tell you all of it when I’m more able.”

For now, Rex had to accept it. The feeling made him feel sick, like he’d failed at a job he didn’t know he had. He didn’t know if he could forgive himself for the oversight. 

The speeder pulled up at Dex’s Diner and Rex handed the driver and forked over a few credits, thanking him for the transport. He stepped out of the taxi and held a hand out for Ahsoka. She took it with a gentle touch and was only slightly wobbly in her exit.

“Let’s get you some food, Commander.”

Ahsoka sat in the seat in front of him, not giving her plate a moment to breathe. Dex had long clocked out and gone home. They hadn’t gotten to see him, but the waitress took care of them well enough. He hadn’t ordered anything, but had ordered for Ahsoka at her request. He watched intently as she fed her intoxication until it started to dissolve. Rex also made sure that she had several glasses of water to hydrate herself. He knew the effects of Tihaar and didn’t want her to wake up with that pain when the sun rose. 

She let out a satisfied moan, her utensil carefully placed in the middle of her dish, “Thank you, Rex. I don’t know how to repay you.”

He gave her his signature half smile, “Don’t worry about it, Commander. I don’t mind.”

Ahsoka beamed at him with clear eyes, “I think I’m good on the drinking for a while. That was intense.”

“Yeah,” he laughed lightly, “That’s one word for it.”

The WA-7 droid retrieved her empty plate and Ahsoka propped her elbows up on the table, holding her face in her hands, intently watching her Captain. She noticed how the corners of his eyes crinkled at her as he smiled back. “You know,” she began, “I asked Fives if he would bring you along. Just, earlier when I said I wanted a night with my friends, I wanted you to be there too.”

“I always turn them down,” he admitted.

“Fives said that. Why?”

He took a sip of his water, “It’s not really my scene. I’ve always got some sort of report or research to do anyway. I would’ve gone if I knew you were there.”

She processed his words, mulling over what he’d just divulged, “No you wouldn’t, you’d stop us from going.”

“Yes, I would.”

“Fives said that, too.”

He cocked an eyebrow, shrugging his shoulders, “He still wasn’t supposed to take you.”

She pursed her lips, “You don’t ever stop either, do you?”

Rex wasn’t expecting that. He exhaled, surprised at her observation. He’d spent the whole night feeling sorry for her that she rarely got a break even when she was on break. He had some leisure time, but it was at night when he had his own four walls and no disturbances, solid ground and actual gravity. “No, I suppose not,” he remarked. 

Ahsoka had that mischievous smile plastered on her face.

“No. Whatever it is you’re thinking, it’s a no,” Rex hurried out.

Her lips parted in shock, “Come on, Rex. We need to live a little. What’s the most mundane thing you can think of that you haven’t done?”

Rex laughed, “Mundane? What do you want us to do? Go buy overpriced caf and get tickets to the Mon Calamari Aquatic Ballet?”

Ahsoka covered her mouth with her hands and snorted loudly, laughing so hard her eyes began to water. A few of the late night patrons gave her a look. Rex pressed his lips together in a line to stop from joining her and drawing even more attention.

“No, no. I was thinking more along the lines of getting you your first kiss,” she breathed between choked laughter.

Rex’s face hardened, “No, Commander. I think we should go ahead and get you back to the Temple.”

“I know we should… I’m just not ready to say goodnight to you,” she revealed, her voice more hushed. He was almost certain that the blue chevrons of her lekku darkened a shade or two. 

He grinned at her, “Come on. Let’s find another taxi.” Rex rose from the booth and offered Ahsoka his hand again, which she took, and they exited the cozy diner. A speeder was already waiting for any exiting patrons and they hopped inside, heading back towards the capital. Ahsoka was a little further from him than she’d been in the last taxi, no longer needing him for comfort or support. She crossed her legs, peering out the viewport at the nightlife. 

“Rex,” she whispered and he glanced down at her, “I had fun with you tonight. Thank you for taking care of me. I’m sorry if I put you behind on your reports.”

“It’ll be fine, Commander, don’t worry about any of that. I’ve turned them in the morning after several times before and it’s never been a big deal,” he reassured her.

She offered him a kind smile and clasped her hands, returning her attention to the passing speeders. 

A knot formed in his throat, that feeling returning again. Try as he might, it never stayed down for long. It always resurfaced stronger before, taunting him for thinking he could control it. In truth, she was the only woman he’d ever loved, the only one he’d want to kiss. No other lifeform compared to her, in beauty, in soul, in anything. No one had ever caught his eye or made him forget her. Ahsoka was who he would choose and who he chose time and time again, even if it wasn’t who he should’ve. 

Ahsoka being at 79’s brought out a sense of protection in him, unlike how it was in the midst of battle. It begged him to realize how he felt. Of course he’d drop everything and go after her. Of course he’d take the hit of a late report. Of course he’d take her to get food instead of back to the Jedi Temple. 

Of course he’d made every wrong decision when it came to her. He shelved away every warning and caution that popped up in his head, swallowing them down and promising to face them tomorrow.

The knot in his throat bobbed, his mouth going dry, “Ahsoka…”

She looked at him, neon lights reflecting in his eyes, pupils huge and yearning. Now fully sober, she could sense his emotions through the Force, aware that whatever he was about to ask her wasn’t something a Jedi should do. She could tell by the way his dry lips quivered and fell slightly agape that he’d changed his answer. She could tell by the way his heart hammered in its cage that he wanted it to be her. She wanted it to be her, too. 

Ahsoka moved in, lessening the space between them and brought a hand up to his face, feeling the fresh stubble on his jaw. Amber eyes explored hers, waiting for an answer. Her thumb ran along his bottom lip, feeling him shudder before she pulled his lips onto hers in a searing kiss. Rex sighed into her mouth, hands coming up to hold her lekku. 

She broke from the kiss and turned her focus to the driver, “Take us to the barracks instead.”

Rex was breathing heavily when she looked back to him and she bit her lip. He nodded rapidly and pulled her back into him, raining his emotion over her. Every kiss he drank in was his absolute yearning, craving, and need for her. 

The speeder pulled into the back of GAR Headquarters by the barracks. The two exited the vehicle and Rex handed over the rest of his credits. Ahsoka smoothed her dress and walked with him past the guards as if they hadn’t both just forsaken the boundaries of their established positions. Together, they made for the designated area for the 501st. Once the large doors closed behind them, they were met with a dark and quiet room. Everyone had gone to bed. It was past lights-out. Rex wrapped a strong arm around her back, bringing her to him and feverishly kissing her once again, walking her backwards to his door. 

His door slid shut and closed them inside, free from any leering eyes, free from their responsibility, and any painful reminder of what they shouldn’t be doing. With all of that forgotten, Ahsoka and Rex proceeded to make all the wrong choices. At least, that’s what Kix went to bed thinking after he’d watched his Captain and Commander disappear behind Rex’s door.

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Howdy! @stars-n-spice here with some asks for the Bad Batch Ask Game :D

5, 14, 24, 31, & 41! 🩵💫

Hi hiiiii~ Ahhhh, thank you for the ask! I will do my best! ⸜( ´ ꒳ ` )⸝ 5. Favorite Moment from Season 1.

Wrecker tries so hard, and this moment never fails to make me giggle. 14. Your ideal date/hang out day with the Batcher of your choice.

I'm taking Wrecker out to eat somewhere where they do the food challenges that offer a prize or something if a customer can eat an entire rack of smoked kaadu ribs. Watch in pride as Wrecker feasts like an orc celebrating a pillaging, wins the challenge, and gets his own hat that says, "Dibs on the Ribs." Wrecker gets his fill, the challenge isn't paid for since he won it, I get to be with Wrecker, everyone wins! 24. Do you have any hot or controversial takes?

The stuff people were complaining about "filler episodes" is still kinda important to the show. It helps us get to know the Bad Batch better. Also, where would we be if we didn't get to hear Wrecker screaming like a schoolgirl when surrounded by bugs? Second take is that Wrecker's pansexual. 31.What other Star Wars characters (regardless of the timeline) do you think would be BFFs with each Batcher? 

Oh my, this is a tough question. Hmmm... Schmi - Hunter (both raised a chaotic only child) Thrawn - Tech (the schemin) Hardcase - Wrecker Dogma - Crosshair Kallus (reformed) - Echo Hera - Omega (canooooooon.) Loth wolf - Batcher (like some kind of Balto shit.) 41. Piercing headcanons?

Military regulations usually call for no piercings that can be seen through the uniform and stuff like that. Since they left, I definitely think Hunter would look good with a 2mm earlobe gauge piercing. Echo would look so nice with a snake bite piercing. And you know for suresies that Crosshair has at least one piercing on his c-

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Published: 2023-11-07

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