#mainly clones

[pinetree-tbb]

Now we just need the opposite with hissing and flipping fingers at the TV when someone comes up we hate xD

does anyone else have a favorite tv character where whenever they’re on screen you just

[festering-bacteria]

Assorted ship art,,,,cannot believe gay people are real,,,

[goldengirlgalaxy]

The Princess' Dolls

After Danny has ascended to the throne of the ghost king, something goes wrong with his clone Ellie. Her form destabilizes again, and when they stabilize her, she's physically only five or six years old.

Danny takes to watching her, but looking after a half ghost child is a lot harder than it looks, especially when Ellie learns duplication but can't seem to figure out how to undo it for hours on end, and each clone gets bored really fast. To counter this, Danny makes Ellie a set of dolls, all modeled after the Justice League and various related figures. He even uses a special enchantment he learned to make sure the dolls stay intact no matter what Ellie puts them through.

Ellie loves the dolls and she and her clones have a tendency to put together large productions using them, ranging from superhero fights to sitcom stories to fairy tales to a few 'things' Ellie remembered reading online before she was de aged.

Meanwhile, almost every single Justice League member has been noticing some oddities as of late. They can hear voices from no where, they feel like something is touching them when there is nothing, their muscles sometimes spasm without cause. And, on occasion, they find themselves sleepwalking as they dream of a giant telling a story.

No one brings this to the attention of the other members until several members get knocked out on a mission, only for their unconscious forms to start acting out a play.

(Or Danny accidentally makes several Justice League Voodoo dolls and a young Ellie keeps playing with them)

[hypewinter]

The Young Justice learns about a new experiment going on at Cadmus once again involving cloning and decides to go rescue the clones. They expertly break into the facility avoiding all alarms only to find out that they trigger anyway. Instead of a voice coming on over the intercoms announcing intruders though, it instead announces an escape. What?

The team continues navigating the base until they come across two kids. The older boy can't be older than 8 while the girl being tugged along behind him looks around 5. The boy narrows his eyes and his body tenses up.

"You're definitely not guards. Who are you?" He questions.

It's Superboy who steps up and says "We're the Young Justice. We came here to rescue you."

The boy doesn't seem to believe them but the girl immediately gets excited. Apparently she couldn't wait to meet real life superheroes. Especially Superboy. That means whatever Cadmus was doing with the kids, they'd already implanted knowledge of the outside world in them. That didn't bode well.

The team decides to push that to the back of their minds for now and focus on the mission. They manage to convince the boy (with the help of the girl) to come with them and they get the two out of the facility. Of course this is after they take all the information they can from the servers (Thanks Robin).

As they get both kids to the medical wing on the Watchtower, the boy introduces himself as Danny and the little girl as his sister Ellie. Connor's never seen clones with such a close bond before and he can admit he's a little jealous that he and Match don't have that kind of relationship. Still he's just happy they rescued the two.

Now to find out who they're clones of and what Cadmus wanted to use them for.

[mttonex]

sleepover episode if it was good

jk that's one of my favorite eps

[archivewriter1ont]

Echo and the Cadet Batch Chapter 7: Meeting the Vode (Part Two)

Art by @shyranno

Chapter Summary: Objective “Get the Cadets to the Barracks” has been accomplished and Hardcase is now aware that the four 99s are not quite as he remembers them. Rex has to find Cody and leaves Echo, Hardcase, and Jesse to occupy their little brothers and deal with some interesting conversations. Once Cody arrives at the barracks, he gets the shock of his life.

I'm looking at a tag list for posts for this fic... if you'd like to be on it, say hi below! ❤️

[vanixing-thts]

[...Ghosts..🗝]

Vani vs. His demons

Its finally finished after two years (>_<), but mostly be abandoning it. This is not ship art nor in my ship au. They are strict enemies!

[ghostymarni]

okay first off i’d like to disclaim that I know I’m not a writer.

Never been good at it, lots of run on sentences and stiff expressions and what not.

-but I’ve had this interaction replay in my head, especially with the sudden Wolffe interest that snuck up on me recently. I blame both Lupe + Eobe for the sudden Wolffe distraction. It was supposed to be just notes for something I wanted to draw and it kinda just kept going. If you read this I’m sorry for any bad grammer, or sentence structure. I write great emails, not fics /:

Mandalorian OC/reader x Commander Fox

PG, mostly story telling + flirting

*you’re fussing over a pile of data pads with a growing headache.*

Fox had just walked into his office with two hot cups of caf in each hand, his own work tucked under an arm.

“You know Fox, when I picked up a high paying job I wasn’t expecting flimsi work.. I shouldn’t be complaining for being paid up front-” you shift to the next datapad, putting the completed work in a shuffled pile. “-but I thought I’d be going undercover or something for a debt owed for this kind of transaction. So much for odd jobs”.

You put down the flimsi work to rub your eyes. Turning to look at him, removing your hands as you hear him step closer.

A mixture of sounds, of shifting armor and heavy footsteps, with a waft smell of faded leather and a dark brew. you look up from your misplaced seat to meet him approaching his desk you’re both set up at; Handing you one, Fox places the other on the desk in front of you.

“What you have is easy, that’s a regular morning for me-“ he cuts off to remove his bucket with a soft hiss of the compressor.

“How much is left to cover?” Fox asks, taking a sip of his caf. Moving to his seat behind his desk, he’s adjusted himself to shifting the data pads around to find where he left off.

“Barely started. The client was backed up and was desperate for help after an assistant was shot from a scandal, guess I was the least intimating of the options. Regardless of signing disclosure NDA’s.” You sit back in the spare chair in an early defeat.

Holding the cup Fox handed to you, gazing at the steam floating up as you swirl the liquid gently. “A jobs a job though- so I should really just deal with it like any other and just get it over with”, you collectively sigh.

Fox is watching you as you swirl the cup in your hands in a gentle motion, exhaustion on your face, your pulled up hair with an extra long strand of leather into a messy ponytail. He quick glances at your beskar armor and gear jumbled in a pile behind you, before returning back to you.

“Are you going to actually drink it, or do I need to take it back.” He mumbles while looking down at his own work.

Half startled you partially sit back up refocusing back into reality not realizing you spaced off. “Oh sorry- I just.” You take a burning gulp from the cup with both hands, and hold it in your lap exhaling the relieve of caf hitting your nerves, before looking up at him.

He’s not returning the gesture but you can tell he’s watching you from his peripherals by the way his eyes half shift on his work.

You smirk at him, not even realizing you’re staring until an abrupt knock and footsteps creep up on your senses. Jolting you to stiffen up knocking over the caf on your lap

“Vod! There’s a report that-“

Commander Wolffe stops mid step as quickly as he entered Fox’s office.

“Ahhh! That’s hot!” You stand up throwing the chair back dropping the cup on the floor in a loud clatter, with a chip off the rim flying off. You tried brushing off the liquid that had already seeped into your flight suit.

Fox not looking up to the instant chaos, removed the cup from his lips, “Wolffe, for a man of protocol, you have an act for barging into my office at your convenience”.

Wolffe glances, scowling at you, taking in what just happened before raising an eyebrow in confusion. “What is a civilian doing set up in your office? Backed up with work that bad?”

You dig through your gear to grab a spare cloth to dab up the cooled caf from your suit. A pout forms on your face and you grimace back at Wolffe, “Commander, you KNOW who I am.”

Wolffe takes another moment, still scowling, to wait for you to finish your sentence. You roll your eyes into a competitive stare, adding a whispered scoff at the quip. “-sir”.

Commander Wolffe takes a moment to shift in his armor and softly snort a smirk of annoyed approval at your response. “Ahh yes, the mandalorian. Fox, I didn’t think you took in non shinies.” he retorts with a raise of his chin, looking down at you.

The response made your ears burn in irritation and Wolffe clearly noticed because his smirk got a little wider before it disappeared, returning his gaze back to Fox; who hadn’t even moved from his flimi work. His face in a soft blue glow.

The annoyed pout stayed as you returned your focus to dab up the caf, now clearly a stain you were not excited to wash out later.

“Wolffe, what do you need.” Fox now putting down both his work and caf to look up at the brooding commander above him.

Wolffe looks over to you as his response, and you sensed the stare. Looking at both commanders, stopping the clean up, you stand up with your hands up in a retreat with the rag in one hand. “Yeah, I got it, I’ll go.”

You grab another spare cloth and walk out of Fox’s office, tapping the screen in the wall as the door slides shut behind you.

Exhaling, you take a moment to see who’s around before heading to the refresher to get the stain off your flight suit. “I don’t care if armor covers this stain I will end Wolffe for ruining this suit-“

“Threatening a commander is a public offense you know-” you stop and spin on your heel to see Thorn right behind you walking your direction. “Sir, I-“ you studder. both annoyed that you’re not focused on your surroundings, and more so, that another commander snuck up on you; Twice in one day is a record.

Thorn chuckles at your response as he come’s up next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, it’s fine. Take it easy, it’s only 0500 hours.”

He takes a moment to scan you with a small motion of his bucket looking down at your caf stain, before returning back to your face. “New fashion statement?” You can practically hear the smile in his words.

“Not exactly commander, just a rough morning.” You’re looking back at the shut door to Fox’s office, before returning to Thorn. “Don’t stress it ‘ika, go get cleaned up. They should be done soon, they usually don’t talk long-“ he gives a short nod towards Fox’s office.

“Thanks, I’ll be right back.” You turn back to the direction of the refresher and storm off in a brisk walk hoping to not run into anyone else. Thorn takes a moment watching you turn the corner, before returning back to his own office, shaking his head in an exhaling soft laugh.

It’s just a spill but it felt more embarrassing than it should have. getting most of the stain out, there’s now a wet blob on your front. waist down to your thighs were the caf spilled. wringing out the cloths you had, you attempt to dry yourself before returning back.

As you turn the refresher corner you see his office door is back open. Listening to the murmurs slowly come into earshot of Wolffe and Fox talking, as you saunter back.

Peeking in you catch Fox’s eye, before he shifts back to Wolffe. You didn’t get shoo’d so it was assumed the confidential conversation was over with the door being open. You step inside and Fox nods at Wolffe, before turning away to shift back behind his desk.

You watch as Wolffe turns around to leave, bucket tucked under his arm. Taking a few steps towards you, only slowing down for a few small steps as he approaches you. Practically looming in a dominant demeanor.

Wolffe leans in so close to your ear in a rumbling whisper, “if he doesn’t make a move soon, I’ll have to claim you myself-”, you can hear the sinister smile in his teasing tone, as your ears burn with quick flashes from the previous banter.

You feel your heart race at the sudden boldness, before you turn towards him to catch a glimpse of his canines in a profile shift. Putting his bucket over his head as he picks up his pace walking out the door, kama flowing as he disappears out of view.

You’re flustered, beyond flustered. Your mind is racing. “Did he really just confess that? And does he know how you feel about Fox? Is he instigating??” You feel your whole face turn red.

Caught off guard, you shift back into focus noticing Fox staring at you with a data pad in hand. “Hey, are you okay?”, he concerns towards you in confusion.

The words feel distant as you try to regain yourself shifting and straightening out your hair, then your flight suit in a swift motion. “Mesh’la-“

You pause your flustered self-fixings to look at him as you’re semi hunched over. He said it. He said something that only few say, that you’ve heard, say aloud. And he said it. to you. Your heart is racing.

Fox hasn’t moved, except to turn his body to face you, still staring. “-I asked if you were alright.” a soft but short concern in his tone. Expression softening as he was waiting your answer.

You feel the redness not fading, you’re practically lightheaded at this point, the nickname swirling in your head. “What is wrong with you, get yourself together”, you scolded yourself.

“I uh- yeah I’m fine sir.” straightening back up, pulling more hair from your face to behind your ear.

“Sir?” You can hear the concern and almost flat annoyance at the term as he repeats the distant words.

“-sorry, I’m.. I’m alright Fox, I think I’m just out of it from all this flimsi work.” You’re staring back and he hasn’t broken his eye contact. You’re almost certain, he hasn’t blinked since you walked back in his office.

You take a moment to focus, give yourself a deep breath feeling your nerves settle, then smiling back at him in a reset.

Fox takes a moment before blinking and shaking his head into a smirk. “Alright then, maybe go get a fresh cup of caf before you return to your work.” He turns to grab his own and gives a soft wince realizing his caf had already turned cold.

“I’ll go get more for both of us” you smile as you break your own staring.

“-and one for me too!” Thorn yells from across the room.

Fox now annoyed remembering his privacy never existed, scoffs a grimace face as he throws back the cold caf in one swift chug. Followed by an exaggerated exhale, handing you the cup.

An arising giddy smile rushes on your face at the flustered change in his demeanor. You can tell by the way he shifts his body, how his brow furrows, and your favorite part, when he runs his hands through his dual colored curls away from his face.

You reach out, grabbing his cup and then yours which was still on the floor. Picking it up and turning to head back to the other side of the floor.

Fox clears his throat, “I mean it though. Don’t overdue it, flimsi work takes a toll on everyone.” his tone returning to the softness from earlier. Shifting his gaze, Fox breaks the eye contact to sit back at his desk grabbing the data pad he was reviewing.

You’ve left the office with both cups, only for Thorn to replace your presence into Fox’s door way, leaning in with his arms and legs crossed against the archway. hinting with his body language, implying he knows what’s going on.

Fox doesn’t look up, a blue tinted reflective scowl upon his face becomes more defined as he’s reading what he initially started with, “Out. Thorn.”, he growls in annoyance.

Thorn chuckling as he shakes his head in instant defeat, leaning back to an upright stance “of course commander-”. Thorn turning and walking away before your return. “whatever you say!” he half shouts headed back to his own office.

You’ve returned after a short while after the successful refill. Fox leaned further back into in his chair, now swiveled sideways from his desk. A leg propped up in a half cross, used as a back holder for the datapad he’s reading.

“Fresh cup ready for you marshal commander-” smirk in tow as you do a play trooper stance, stiffening up your back with your chin up and forward.

He doesn’t move at first, sideways glancing at you with a raised eyebrow. Seeing you haven’t moved, committed to your role he exhales, “-at ease, trooper”. You grin wide, excited that he played along, releasing your stance and leaning forward to return his cup to him.

His eyes trailing, from your eyes then to the cup in your hand, as he grabs it. Instantly taking that first sip, he sighs a collective relief as he melts into his chair a little more. His eyes closed while he savors the moment, “thanks mesh’la, this is exactly what I needed”.

Pausing for a moment, you feel your cheeks warm up again as you sit down, taking in your own first sip. “You’re welcome, Fox” you smile, grabbing your own work in your free hand.

You take a moment to savor the caf and the nickname, before you settle into the back of your own chair trying to hide the grin that’s painted all over your face.

“Now then- let’s get some work done” you exhale.

“Agreed”.

[padawansuggest]

Cody: *comes into Obi-Wan’s apartment after Rex mentioned he thinks Obi and Ani pulled an all nighter*

Obi-Wan: *lying face down on the carpet in plank formation, dead asleep*

Anakin: *texting on the couch while trying to keep his eyes open*

Ahsoka: *having made a comfortable next in the meditation area that genuinely looks comfortable, probably fell asleep at a human-normal but not togruta-normal time*

Initiate Grogu: *stealing more cookies*

Padawan Reva: *helping Grogu steal more cookies, the sugar will be their lifeblood*

Cody: …is he okay?

Reva: *looks at Obi-Wan* Yeah? Master likes to sleep like that.

Anakin: *looks at Obi-Wan, concentrates for a second to float a pillow to him to drop next to him*

Obi-Wan: *instantly snatches the pillow to curl on top of it and stretch out like a lazy cat*

Grogu: *comes over, looks between Reva and Obi-Wan for a few moments, faceplants on the floor next to Obi-Wan to fall asleep under his chest and the pillow*

Cody: …is /he/ okay?

Anakin: Yeah, Grogu likes being smothered. Long as he’s got breathing space he’s fine.

Cody: So. Debatable?

Anakin: Probably. *puts down his phone and finally decides to pass out too*

Reva: *comes over and latches onto Cody’s hand with a soft whine* Is it bedtime now?

Cody: It’s noon, but it’s your bedtime, yeah. Come on, kiddo. *leads her off to tuck her into bed*

[totally-correct-star-wars]

Obi-Wan: I haven't slept in seventy-three hours. Ki Adi Mundi: Eighty. Democratically elected leader of insomnia. Depa Billaba: It's been ninety for me. I'm going for an even one hundred. Kit Fisto: You guys are terrifying.

[i-dont-know-anything-anymore]

Sw- Prequel + Text Posts

[cuddles-with-dragons]

Time travel AU?

Imagine this:

It's 12 years after the Clone Wars. You're Din Djarin, a relatively new member of the Bounty Hunters Guild. You were raised by deserters of Death Watch, a group calling themselves the Nite Owls. You pick up a job on Hoth.

You find a strange sword hilt of some sort. You pick it up, and all of a sudden you're surrounded by clone troopers and battle droids.

You've gone from 7BBY to 22BBY. The first year of the Clone Wars.

A blaster bolt flies right in front of your face, hitting a B2 droid that was about to attack you. It came from an angle that not even you can make. It's a tricky shot.

You look in the direction of the shot that was fired, and it came from a clone trooper -at least you think it's a clone trooper- with armor painted dark gray and red, a stark contrast to the white and gold of the others.

There's three other troopers wearing those colors.

Your training kicks in.

You take out at least two dozen droids. You're panting heavily and you realize that everyone's staring at you.

A bearded man wearing slightly familiar robes and holding some sort of laser sword approaches you.

"What in the blazes is a Mandalorian doing here?"

[house-on-sand]

running, heart thudding. exertion? or fear? "i might lose control! i might hurt you!" the emerson system is a hollow shell. no help there. no sense remains. "DON'T COME NEAR ME!" no rules apply. there are no rules for this. "no one can come near me! ever again!"

— featuring kit connor as damage.

(google templates & insp by @cal-kestis)

(secondary insp by @roseapothecary)

[bibannana]

Echo *sitting down next to Kix in the mess hall*: I think I'm having an existential crisis.

Kix *rolling his eyes*: It is no longer an existential crisis if it happens everyday Echo.

Echo *huffs*: You can't be so sure.

Kix *shakes his head*: I'm a medic. Yes I am su-

Pickup*nods*: Right. Because the certification you got from some sea worms is-

Coy *slaps Pickup over the head*

Fives *slides in next to Echo*: I think you're just dramatic.

Tup *head tilt*: It could be a mid-life crisis?

Jesse *flops ontop of the table*: You going to die in 5 to 8 years Echo?

Echo *placing his tray on Jesse's chest*: Wasn't planning on it.

Jesse *picks food off Echo's plate*: Guess it's not a mid-life crisis then.

Dogma *who is actually having an existential crisis after telling Anakin to go kriff himself after he stole the last of the caf*: Everything is a-okay!

Hardcase *shoves Jesse off the table*: So we're all agreed that Dogma is dying right?

Rex *standing with his tray of food*: See this is why nobody sits with you all.

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@soliloquy-of-nemo @staycalmandhugaclone @nekotaetae

[cienie-isengardu]

Clone troopers & the movie “Soldier” (1998)

I’ve talked a lot about why I hate the chip-in-brain storyline of New Canon but today I want to present an old film that is probably forgotten as it was made 20+ years ago but one that presents my point of view well. I watched the Soldier (1998) as a kid, so naturally what Attack of the Clones did not explain about the life of clone troopers my mind filled in, drawing inspiration from this film.

The story is simple one, but varies greatly from other movie action, as there is no great ideology or strong moral sense behind our main hero, just a life-long training that made him equally a great soldier and traumatized, vulnerable man. A man that slowly rediscover his humanity by interacting with people who see him as a human being.

Greatly important was the opening sequence, in which we have an actual look into the stages of training that shaped our main hero, the sergeant Todd. And so we have: 

Year Zero (1996)

Babies are chosen for the military secret project.

Year Five

We can see 5 years old children sitting in “classroom” (all silent and so un-childly obedient) while voice is telling them repeatedly:

A soldier does not speak until spoken to by a superior officer. A soldier shows no mercy. Mercy is weakness. Weakness is death. The Forces are his family. He is most happy when following orders. A soldier lives to kill. A soldier needs no friend or family. War is his friend. The Forces are his family.

while the  kids are forced to watch how three dogs sicced on a boar kill the wild animal.

The one kid that turned his head is forced to watch by the “trainer”

The kids and their reactions are  observed by the military personnel. 

YEAR EIGHT

The children silently sit in the classroom solving the intelligence test while still watched and judged by military personnel. 

On the wall we can see alphabet letters, for example:

O - obey

N - nuke 

M - murder 

S-shoot

Known Chem/Bio (weapon) Which gives a pretty good idea what the children are taught there, at the 8. years old. How to kill and obey.

YEAR TWELVE

We see children running in silence - the one kid that is not physically fit to keep up with the group is killed. The children (and the viewers) can hear the shooting noise. None of the kids stop or panic, they keep running without a world or looking back.

YEAR SIXTEEN

We see the young cadets on the shooting range. They are shooting at the “enemy” while some “targets” are presented as civilians / unarmed women.

Then we are shown a “woman with child” and enemy hiding behind her.

One cadet hesitated but the main hero (cadet Todd) shot without a second thought, as killing civilians to kill the enemy was an acceptable loss.

YEAR SEVENTEEN - end of training

the cadets are tattooed with their name & number on the face and

in the YEAR THIRTY-EIGHT

They are already either veterans of many fights or killed on the mission. We as viewers are literally shown how those men came from one military conflict to another without any word or mercy for enemy and poor civilians who were unlucky to be in the way)

Those soldiers don’t know peace, when they aren’t fighting they are “between wars”.

No talking, no fun, all silent and disciplined ready for another control with no real personal belongings or space.

And once the military can provide a much better, physically stronger and easier to “breed” soldiers by using clones, Todd is discarded like some kind of trash. 

Another interesting thing that the movie did is the contrast between Todd on the battlefield (an effective soldier) and Todd between civilians (alerted, not speaking unless spoken to). He barely speaks to people who take him into their house, and when he does, it is a very spartan style of speech - short and to the point. When asked what it feels to be soldier, the movie provided this dialogue:

Sandra: Sergeant Todd what's it like? What's it like being a soldier? Todd (not answering):  Sandra: What do you think about? You must think about something. Todd (not answering):  Sandra: What about feelings, then? You must feel something. Todd: Fear.  Sandra: "Fear?'" Todd: Fear and discipline. Sandra: Now? Todd: Always.

And in all honesty, I prefer to see clone troopers similar to sergeant Todd - as very good soldiers but also traumatized men that rediscover their humanity after years of dehumanization rather than dealing with the TCW/Disney’s nonsense of chip-in-brain as excuse for Order 66.

[apyschopathicfangirl]

Disney Star Wars doesn’t seem to understand that I don’t want some angsty dark connected backstory that then explains why the force made anakin skywalker the only acceptable answer is that he is in universe Jesus Christ.