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[veny-many]

Wolf who wore two colors

+) sorry fixed some details ;-;

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Star Wars: Attack of the Clones - (3/?)

Star Wars + Text Posts & Headlines

Note from OP:

I'm retracting the Mace Windu meme from this post ("I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy/I would. Pussy.”)

This was posted 2 months ago and has been shared quite a bit, so I suppose it's too late, but still I regret creating and sharing that one so the best I can do is add this to the original post.

I've realized that when I made that one

I was projecting the personalities of some of Samuel L. Jackson's other famous characters onto Mace Windu, and

Not only was it not accurate to his character, but it was veering into the "Angry Black Person" stereotype/trope.

I hate the idea of perpetuating racist stereotypes in stuff I make, and goodness knows there's enough racism and stereotypes in Star Wars as it is, and in the structural racism of our society (which I benefit from as a white person.)

Here’s a really good post I saw a few days ago, discussing Mace Windu’s character in the fandom, I highly recommend it:

Also, here's a great article I highly recommend, discussing race and stereotypes in Star Wars

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Star Wars: The Clone Wars - 1.02: Rising Malevolence

[brightsunsmeanshello]

Recently realized that my friend and I have the same favorite Star Wars quote but from very different contexts

The absolute devastation thinking we’ve been quoting the same thing only to just now realize 😫

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Our Intelligence Points to Disgruntled Spice Miners on the Moons of Naboo

STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 00:05:41

Thanks to Kalinstagram on Twitter for clueing me in to additional information regarding the spice miners on Naboo.

[lightsaber-dorphin]

remember in 2020 when people were getting custom masks that looked like their faces? Kel dor with one of those

[sexysymphony]

me, watching clone wars: i kind of get being a plo-fucker

[spacecapart]

Hi! Hope you're well! I was wondering if I could have permission to print your Plo Koon art? :)

Hi! Thanks for asking, I'm so glad you like it that much! :)

I actually sell prints of a lot of my art over on Storenvy if you're interested in a printed version. You can find that Plo Koon (properly scanned rather than just a photo of the drawing) and a bunch of other Jedi from the same Inktober project here: https://spacecapart.storenvy.com/collections/1897642-star-wars

[dukeoftheblackstar]

Gonna casually add 'stickers' to Plo Koon related fics. This is the sticker. And yes. I'm posting it again. I can't stop. It's a sickness >: But like look tho >:

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Clone Wars Incorrect Quotes:

Wolffe: I am a stoic individual. I am ruthless, unamused, and coldhearted. I was put in this galaxy merely to fight and die.

Comet, Boost, and Sinker: *Exist*

Wolffe: These puppies are mine and anyone who touches them will be chopped into carrion. They are my world and I will fight anyone who looks at them wrong.

Plo Koon: I approve this message. *happy buir smiles*

[veny-many]

Gathering of who has one silver eye and one blind eye is open.

Wolffe is the first who is seating is front desk.

Sha Koon is second one to came.

And Plo Koon is lamenting in silent in the corner.

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finally found you

gif not mine!

tech x f! reader

wc: 910

warnings: faked death and hidden pregnancy, that should be it.

takes place after s2 e13

tech x f!reader

~after the sea surge~

Every citizen on Pabu was safe. Among those citizens was you and your twins. You helped out the best you could while carrying them. You heard Phee returned so you were looking for her while assisting everyone. You heard your name being called, turning to see Phee.

“I’ve been looking for you all night sugar” She says grabbing your face before kissing the twins on their heads. “Give me one and come meet my friends” she grabs your daughter Selene from you. As you walk with her chatting. Selene babbled along. You look up to see a face you’d never expect to see again.

“Tiny is that you? or am I going crazy?” Wrecker asks leaning down to hug you tightly. You had to stop him, so he didn’t crush Apollo.

“I would love a hug Wreck, but little guy back here isn’t ready for one of your hugs” you say showing him your son who was sleeping on your shoulder.

“You have a kid?!” He asked shocked. You point to Selene in Phee’s hands.

“I have two. It’s why I left actually” you admit sheepishly. He hollers for Hunter and Tech. Hunter immediately recognizes you as does Tech.

“Sarad? There’s no way, you’re supposed to be dead” Hunter gets ready to scold you lovingly before noticing Apollo. Phee hands Selene back to you, telling you she’s going to help Shep.

“Surprise” You say cradling Selene close to you.

“You have kids?” Tech asks raising his brows. Selene’s wild curls were the same color as Tech’s hair. Apollo’s curls matched your hair. Hunter quickly figured it out just waiting for his brother to figure it out.

“Yeah, I do. Well, it was lovely seeing you boys, but I must get going” You started to walk away until you heard your name again. Turning to see Omega. You hand Selene to Hunter quickly before pulling the blonde girl into your arms.

“I have missed you so much” her eyes begin to tear up. “I was so worried when you stopped showing up to the lab. Especially after the last time” She said before burying your face in your shirt.

“I have missed you too. Please meet Selene and Apollo” you say gesturing to your twins. As you let her go from the hug, her hand remained in yours. “Would you like to hold one of them?” you ask, and she nods. You let her grab Apollo who was now showing his brown eyes off to the world. Hunter seemed to be enjoying holding Selene as she giggles toying with his hair. Tech pulled you away for a moment, making sure you could still see the twins.

“How old are they?” he asked, not wanting his voice to betray him.

“They’ll be two next week” you answer not looking at him. His gloved hands reach for yours giving them a squeeze. It was what he used to do to get your attention.

“Is there a reason you did not tell me?” his voice cracking. Emotions were hard for him, this was the moment that he let them win.

“You were a soldier Tech. The Kaminoans would have taken them from me. Nala Se and Omega protected me by getting me off Kamino. I couldn’t say goodbye, I couldn’t let anyone know who the father was. You were not going to get decommissioned because of me.” you answer him finally meeting his eyes. “Master Plo was able to help me leave the order we told the council I was killed in action to make it easy” you added on.

“We mourned you. We hated ourselves because you ‘died’ in action without us by your side” he was expressing his anger, and you weren’t going to stop him. He deserved this moment. “You went through your pregnancy and motherhood alone during the last two years. I appreciate that you chose to consider my feelings. I would have done whatever to be there for you” he finished.

“I’m sorry Tech. I didn’t want to hurt you or the others. I sorry that I made this choice without talking to you. I’m not asking you to forgive me, at least let me introduce you to them properly. You can decide if you want to stay after” your voice was desperate. You had no right to ask him to do anything, but it would make you feel better if he met them properly.

“I would love nothing more” He took your hand leading you through the crowd back to his brothers and sister.

“Tech this is Apollo” you grab your son from Wrecker handing him to Tech. “And this is Selene” Omega hands her to you. The smile on Tech’s face made your heart swell. The way he held Apollo with care made you smile. He wrapped his free arm around you pulling you into his side.

“Dada” Apollo babbled touching Tech’s face. The others watched in awe as their normally logical brother melt into a puddle.

“Dada” Selene mimics her brother reaching for Tech also.

“Looks like were staying on Pabu” Hunter says cracking a smile.

“I have enough room in my home” you tell them. Omega’s arms went around your waist talking about her excitement that they get to stay. You place a kiss on Tech’s cheek causing him to get flustered.

“I believe I deserve a real kiss.” Tech says leaning down kissing your lips like it was the first time all over again.

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Clone reactions to meeting Grogu:

Rex: *looks him over, visibly confused* I thought jedi couldn't have sex?

Fives: omg omg omg omg omg omg we need to keep him, he's the new 501st mascot, he can ride on my shoulders, I NEED HIM.

Echo: You're cute, which, given nature's cruelty, probably means you are dangerous. *backs away slowly*

Jesse: WHAT IN SITH HELLS IS THAT? KEEP IT AWAY FROM ME!

Kix: *eyes suspiciously*... There is no way you're older than me.

Tup: *repeats nonsense babbling back at him while sitting cross legged and doing arts and crafts*

Dogma: It's LOOKING AT ME. WHAT DO I DO?

Cody: *stares for several minutes*... Can you hold a blaster?

Waxer: *running away with him in his arms while being persued by numerous jedi* NO! CHILD IS MINE!

Boil: You're one weird looking critter... You play sabacc?

Wolffe: *holding him up to Master Plo* General, I humbly request that this be your new padawan. Yes, I know he can barely understand basic, and that he is fundamentally useless. That's why he'll fit in with us. No I'm not being harsh.

Fox: Aw, shit! HOUND! IT GOT OUT OF THE BOX AGAIN!

[vodika-vibes]

So you know how I had that idea of Fox with an MMA fighter, that I ended up writing a fic for? Well, now I'm thinking of Wolffe dating a retired assassin.

Wolffe is a man in love. Completely smitten with his cyare.

Sure, they're a bit soft. They get weepy watching commercials about animals without homes, and Wolffe knows that without him there, they'd have a home full of animals.

But, he loves them all the same.

They always look so happy when he comes to see them, arms flinging around his neck and peppering dozens of light kisses all across his face.

Its almost like, every time he walks out the door, they expect to never see him again. So they have to make sure that he knows they love him when they can.

It's a weird quirk. Adorable, but weird.

Wolffe loves them enough that he's willing to overlook the fact that he knows nothing about their past. And even when he asks, they side-step the questions with ease.

But it's not a huge deal to him. There are things in his past that he doesn't want to share either, after all.

So he doesn't think about it. He just accepts their love and affection as much as he can, and tries to make himself worthy of their love.

And then, one day, a mission goes wrong. His brothers are killed by Ventress, and he knows he's not going to survive the torture. Especially since he refuses to speak.

Wolffe is just counting the days until she kills him, and regretting that he won't be able to see his cyare again, and then they're there.

A blade the length of their forearm easily deflecting Ventress' lightsaber, the gleam of the blade familiar in the way the all beskar blades are.

"I'm retired," his cyare says in a voice that chills him to his core, "But you took what's mine and that's not allowed."

Ventress lowers herself into a defensive stance, "Count Dooku has been trying to contact you. He wishes to hire you."

His cyare tilts their head, and though they're wearing goggles and a lower face mask that cover their face, Wolffe can tell that they're looking at the dead bodies of his brothers strewn around the room.

And when they speak, it feels as though the temperature in the room drops 10 degrees.

"Inform your master that I'm retired. But, if he's willing to take the risk he can come speak to me in person."

"You—"

"I do not bargain or negotiate with a potential client's attack dogs." A second blade appears in his cyare's hand, "But do inform your Master that should he appear at my doorstep, he'll be greeted with a blade and a slugthrower."

"You would threaten the Count?!"

"Who's going to stop me? A failed jedi turned into a failed sith?" There's a hint of amusement in their voice. "You're former Master must be so proud of the woman you've become." And that's the sarcasm Wolffe has come to anticipate from his cyare's lips.

Ventress snarls and lowers her body as if she's going to attack. But his cyare just tilts their head back, "Please. You would hardly be the first force user to die by my blades, and at this rate, you won't even be the last. I'm...allowing... you to leave with your life. I suggest you take my mercy. Before I decide to show you the same mercy you showed them."

For a moment, just a moment, Wolffe thinks that Ventress is going to attack anyway. But then, surprisingly, she takes a step back and turns off her blades, "I will kill you one day."

"Better warriors than you have tried. And failed. Now leave."

And then Ventress is gone, and his cyare droops, before turning to look at him, the mask and goggles getting pushed down and up respectively.

"I'm sorry I'm late. I meant to be here sooner." Gentle fingers release the bindings holding him still, and one gloved hand touches the side of his face, "This will scar."

"Cyare, how—?"

"The Jedi Council reached out to me for help." They smile, though it comes out as more of a grimace, "It's only for emergencies, but Plo insisted that this was one."

Wolffe leans his weight on their shoulder, "You owe me an explaination."

And they sigh, "And you'll get one. Promise."