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Howdy @hdgnj & @radiance1 would it be alright if hypothetically a new thread was started? I'm starting to feel bad for the people trying to get through the pages of text on our blogs lol. HDNJ Reblog | RADIANCE Reblog
[I also understand if you would prefer just continuing from the initial thread]
So no matter what happens, it's pretty much agreed upon that the two need help. Along with the fact that they really can't just be left to wander, no matter how well they were doing.
(Bruce is having flashbacks to walking into Tim's stalker-shrine room when they look through the toddler's notebook) Because like, Match was pretty much live. A lot of people saw him, and a lot more will continue, so it's not even close to being safe. For all they knew? Cadmus might've thought they had died since they were already deemed failures. But now everyone in the knows not only is at least one alive, but nearly fought Superman to a standstill.
Probably could've if not for the fact that they're a half-starved teen- though the half-feral part probably helped with the can't predict what the Duck attack is going to be next.
(I wanna add more but if idk which to do if we go to the thread lol) (Also hi if ur just finding this, idk if it'll go anywhere but welcome to Radiance's prompt of tiny SuperWonder clone Danny)
#dcxdp#dpxdc#clone danny#de aged danny#match (dc)#also yall both reblogged around the same time and both ur ideas are amazin#But also I understand if you would prefer me to keep reblogging the initial prompt/thread#Either way Clark is gettin thrown into therapy#They're all getting therapy#eventually group therapy too probably but that's like Far into the future
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yeah Clone Wars 2003 is so good you should watch it right now
#again#i don't know what these are#there's no consistent thread of thought between them don't try to find anything#sw#star wars#clone wars 2003#asajj ventress#ventress#count dooku#padmé amidala#padme amidala#yoda#obi-wan kenobi#luminara unduli#mace windu#aayla secura#anakin skywalkers#anidala#shaak ti#star wars memes#sw memes
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WE KNEW IT. WE CAN REST NOW.
(practicing anatomy and eyebrows with this lovely, brave, squeaky, wisecracker)
#Hair is slick and thighs are thicc#Insert deranged laughter#Gregor gets his brows threaded#the bad batch art#Gregor bad batch#Bad batch Gregor#Viv art#viv wip#star wars bad batch#star wars tbb#star wars#sw art#sw fanart#star wars art#bad batch#bad batch fanart#sw the bad batch#clone commando gregor#the bad batch fanart#star wars the bad batch#I will post something that is finished eventually#But first I must finish something#the bad batch#star wars fanart#sw tbb#scheduled post
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I’m Not The Sun
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Y'know, when Kon ‘died’, do you think a grieving Tim could have mistaken Danny for his best friend? Do you think that, in a moment of desperation and exhaustion, he might've kidnapped a floating Danny in an attempt to bring Kon home? And when he realized he kidnapped a random civilian, do you think he still kept Danny for a while as a replacement for Kon?
Do you think Danny got tired of being called 'Conner' after the first week but was too distressed himself to correct Tim? Trying to leave or tell the fellow teen his name was Danny was obviously sending the kid into a spiral. He seemed to think Danny was the dead spirit of his best friend. Maybe if he played along, this Conner guy would show back up?
Hopefully, before Tim completes his cloning research. Danny's been doing everything he can to sabotage the equipment, but even with ghost powers on his side, Tim is a smart person. Every time Danny sets him back one step, Tim takes two steps forward. And since he's well outside of his haunt, Danny is starting to feel weak and ill from lack of ectoplasm. He's running out of time.
Do you think Kon would feel upset that his best friend replaced him?
#dpxdc#pondhead blurbs#like#crack can happen#but i just want a gut wrenching story about tim's emotional breakdown#and he's smart but everything he's doing is making everything worse and worse#danny doesn't know he's red robin#he can't leave the nest or where ever tim took him to#he just knows he's getting weaker by the day#using invisibility has never been harder#the one time he tried to sneak out#tim found him in an hour#and spiraled so hard danny panicked and promised not to leave again#well guess what ghost boy?#promises are important to ghosts :)#he physically cannot leave tim now even tho it is causing him harm#tim is just off the rails with grief#he eventually realizes danny isn't kon but keeps calling him such to keep a thread of sanity#and continues with the cloning attempts#danny is just horrified and doesn't know what to do#i'm opening this up for some super angst on danny's side too#like imagine he had a bad reveal and he messed up with this powers#and now tim thinks he's the dead spirit of fucking superboy come to reincarnate into the shell of an empty clone#danny's powers are getting weaker and his control is slipping#so it's not exactly helping his case#queued post
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Barriss-centric story where the 41st and the 501st get paired together for the duration of the war. Barriss gets close with Ahsoka on her (ahsoka's) breaks back at the Temple early in the war, and then eventually goes out and joins the 41st as the war gets worse. She kinda figures that if she can't keep saving people the right way back at the temple, maybe she can at least keep Ahsoka safe. There's pining, there's a teenage love story, there's some 'teetering on the brink of total self destruction as the war slowly degrades her sense of self,' there's a whole lot of 'trying to tell your mom that you are this close to killing yourself and she's just not getting it'.
Meanwhile Luminara is scrambling to deal with this entire situation and the growing sense of dread it inspires. She and Anakin are pretty successful together but holy shit. There is so much wrong with this kid what the actual fuck. Anakin tries to talk to her about Barriss except he offhandedly mentions the chancellor thing in the process and no no no go back what do you mean the chancellor involved you in private senate matters as a teenager.
#barriss (holding on by a fucking thread): lately i feel like something is really wrong#luminara (with the abuse prevention video from her padawan days running through her head on loop): yeah i know what you mean#luminara definitely cares for bariss a lot there is just so much bad shit going on the all the time#i understand that this is not luminara's vibe but it's the best i can do while i get this written down#barriss offee#luminara unduli#star wars the clone wars#anakin skywalker#ahsoka tano#clone wars au#star wars tcw#4501st au
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My Bad Batch/Clone Wars hyper fixation isn't ending anytime soon. I'm taking this moment to share my favorite clone.
I'm not sure this is really much of a surprise given the theme of this blog, but yeah, it's Crosshair.
#I've loved him so much ever since first seeing him in season 7 of tcw#and his development ever since then has been nothing short of amazing#his snark is at its peak#I wish I could have more scenes with the batch as a while. with tech and all#but I'm a wishful thinking type... so#tcw crosshair#tbb crosshair#the bad batch#star wars the clone wars#tcw s7#reblog with your favorite clone to make it a thread if you want
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#threads#threads app#hot take#star wars#unpopular opinion#opinion#star wars opinion#star wars thoughts#star wars tag#star wars anakin#anakin skywalker#sw anakin#sw posting#star wars the clone wars#star wars tcw#star wars the phantom menace#star wars prequels#movie
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Warmup #17
Rating: G
Summary: Fox has enough of the Senate's bullshit, time to send anonymous letters of complaint!
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Fox found himself putting down his datapad and reaching for the empty cup of caf for the third time. It hadn't been that long since he'd run out, but he hadn't gotten to send someone for fresh caf yet; didn't know whether Thread had caught on yet and restricted his caf permissions.
He stared mournfully into the cup, the last dredges of caf clinging to the bottom. Maybe he could get the tiniest bit of energy from-
The door slid open and he decided that was more interesting than his caf that had forsaken him.
There was a vod'ika in the doorway.
Fib saluted him, picture-perfect, then smiled. "I have the new comm scrambler for you." She held up a device. "We tested it rigorously and not even W can get into it."
Fox hummed. That did sound promising.
Fib put it on the one little desk that was free of datapads.
"When you go, can you get me some-"
Fib stopped his attempt at shoving the cup at him. "No can do." She sang. "Thread has banned you from caf."
Fox frowned. Of course they had. Evil kriffer. He would write a formal complaint to the medbay. Something about misappropriation of power.
Or he could write an anonymous formal complaint to the Chancellor's office, using the new comm scrambler. That sounded fun.
"Fib." She was already at the door but looked back at him. "Help me draft a letter of complaint."
Fib cautiously walked back, interest piqued. "To what department? CorSec?"
Fox blinked. They could write an anonymous formal letter of complaint to CorSec. Ka'ra knew those bastards needed an intervention before their incompetence hurt even more people.
"Yes." He decided. "And also to the Chancellor's office. And the senate guard. And-"
"I'll get Cherry, he likes that legalese."
Fox hummed. That might not be that bad an idea. He could start plotting against CorSec in the meantime. A list of their shortcomings would be a good starting point.
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Fox looked up when the door slid open to admit his CMO. He was sitting on his shitty couch flanked by his two vod'ike and sending several government institutions straight to hell.
"Hey Thread!" Fib smiled at them.
Thread shook his head. "Fib, I sent you here to stop him from working."
"You didn't say that!" Fib protested. "And he's not working, we're writing letters of complaint to be published in an independent news portal."
Cherry nodded seriously. "We're making great progress exposing all the crimes."
Fox was so proud of them and only had a nod of agreement for Thread.
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Mando'a vod'ika - little sibling (plural: vod'ike)
#warmup#my fanfiction#coruscant guard#corrie guard#corries#commander fox#star wars ocs#corrie cmo thread#corrie guard fib#corrie guard cherry#star wars#clone wars#clone wars fanfiction
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Heeey Mutuals....
@hdgnj & @radiance1 I was thinkin about us makin a third thread if that's alright with y'all? (I feel so bad for the people who're trying to scroll through our blogs and just get walls of text lol) If not lemme know or just ignore lol. [For those Interested in wtf this is about, Part 1: HDNJ Reblog | RADIANCE Reblog & Part 2: Thread]
So hypothetically, kind of wanna return to closer to the beginning, of the two on the streets, haven't been exactly discovered yet. Not fully local cryptids either yet, but there's definitely been a shaky video or two of "shadow people" in some abandoned buildings. (Because let's be honest, someone is getting some sort of video that would be sent in to one of the youtube channels about ghost videos before the whole cryptid thing even started. Not to mention audio videos of the 3am noises)
But also, I realized something. They're experiencing food and such for the first time (for the most part, & Danny was used to ecto-contaminated literally living food) while on the streets. Do... would they have context for good food? Do they almost make themselves sick the first time they eat food? We know kryptonians can straight up eat bullets, and stuff other things definitely can't, but hypothetically they could still get food poisoning, right?
Match is partially taking cues from Danny when it comes to survival, or at least figuring out what they need. But like, Danny is also very much.... not a normal kid, even if he wasn't a 3 year old amazonian-alien clone. Like Fentons are wild, reincarnated or no, and Danny's sense of what's safe or edible or normal is slightly.... y e a h. Though who knows how much he can recall at once.
#dcxdp#dpxdc#clone danny#match (dc)#de aged danny#reincarnated danny#clone!danny#Superwonder clone Danny#This also totally isn't because I am Stuck on the 3rd chapter of the story lol#but lemme know if nah to 3rd thread
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Just finished The Familiar and it was very fun! Definitely captured my imagination and I adore Leigh Bardugo’s historical and modern fantasies. She does such a great job of evoking those themes of injustice and the grey morality of being locked in systems and corrupt power structures. I’ll probably talk more on this later but if you’re a fan of her work (especially the Alex Stern series) I’d give it a read.
#the familiar#leigh bardugo#it was just fun and fantastical and I wanted to learn more about the world#the romance was sweet and pretty believable although I wish the book was longer so that it could have felt more natural in its weight#the whole ‘we are like and understand each other’ makes up for the difference though#I liked how Luzia and Santangel were their own characters in their own right and not just clones of other LB characters#that made it very fun#I especially loved Luzia particular brand of morbid and cynical humor#I said I’d say all this later and now I’m in the tags whoops#I do wonder if I’m missing some allusions though specifically the orange groove references#loved the varieties of greed and ambition and the similar vibe I got from kamet in thick as thieves regarding the honor and code of the#peasant class#the sort of forgiveness for being screwed over as wouldn’t you do the same#or the refusal to owe favors and the like#hualit was super interesting as a character#I loved her I hated her I think both are good options#I liked how LB played with the pov and the omniscient narrator connecting the threads and the sort of without time without boundaries world#of stories the world seemed to inhabit#myth.txt#book talk
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@alootus
This might be a new low for Rein, but Arkken's left her no other option. The Royal Naboo Security Forces are of no help to her, citing regulation upon regulation as to why they can't provide her with the information she needs to track her target. She's not the type to bluff her way through these things — her actual work never quite asks that of her.
No matter which way she chooses to look at it ( whether it be through the eye of a pragmatist, a noble soul or a frightened child — all sides of herself at present ), she'd hoped to meet the Senator under different circumstances. Better circumstances, in fact.
As the double doors to her left slide open, opening up the pathway between the hall and the Senator's office, Rein rises and follows one of the guards inside. Once presented as 'Knight Vale' and left ( relatively ) alone, Rein bows just slightly — formally, but not stiffly. ❛ Senator Amidala. Thank you for making time to see me. ❜
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HELLO!!!!
is me again hehe <3
lately, i've been thinking about how Jesse and how his strong devotion and loyalty translates into a relationship. so i was thinkingggggg, a scenario where Jesse needs to be walked of the edge of a heated situation and needs reassurance that he's it for reader. that he's the man reader wants to be with and will stand be his side.
can be either SFW or NSFW (with agender reader with female parts??? that would make me so happy) what ever is sparking your lovely imagination.
so appreciate and love and am grateful i found your beautiful writing and met such an amazing person <3
Mythos, my dear! Thank you so much for the ask!! I saw your second ask too and I hope I’ve done your beautiful request justice. Jesse is so passionate but that’s exactly what we love about him and the idea of being able to show him that when he was feeling insecure is exactly what he deserves! I completely got carried away with this and ended up writing over 2.5k words (although it’s never enough for Jesse!). I hope you like it! Thank you for celebrating with me, love!
Pairing: Jesse x GN!/Anatomically Female Reader
Warnings: General Creepiness, Threats of Violence, Canon-Typical content, Self-Doubt, Explicit Sexual Content *MINORS DNI*
You finally made it to the bar on a particularly busy night at 79’s. It was way more work than it should have been for a glass of water, but the dance floor that Jesse had kept you glued to all night was hot, and you were parched.
You could still see him through the crowd. His cog tattoo and shaved head helped him stand out among his identical brothers. That and you’d be able to spot his grin anywhere. He was in his civies tonight, a black t-shirt and his lone pair of jeans. Jesse always looked good, but you enjoyed your current vantage point and took a moment to check out the handsome man. You had only been on dating for a few months. Your friend had been hot and heavy with Fives since the moment she met the goateed clone. It had taken her a few tries to convince you to join them on a double date with one of his brothers who Fives insisted you’d like. You hadn’t been expecting much, not because you didn’t like Fives, but simply because you didn’t imagine someone like him could be your type. Jesse had swept you off your feet, though. You hadn’t admitted it to him yet, but you were falling fast. His endearing charm, constant sarcasm, lighthearted take on life, the passion that burned bright through him, and the kindness and understanding he always showed you made it easy to fall. You watched him move under the neon lights, and you felt a wide smile creep across your face. Jesse always seemed to put that smile there.
So it was Jesse and the lights and the music’s fault that you didn’t notice a crowd of people behind you until one of them stumbled into your back. You spun around, ready to apologize for taking up precious bar space before you realized it was a group of nat-borns. Instantly, your defense went up.
It wasn’t often that other civilians wandered into 79’s, and the ones that did were usually there to cause problems. So as you eyed up the stumbling rough and rowdy group, you didn’t have to go looking to know that they were likely trouble. Unfortunately, as Jesse often liked to remind you, with a deep laugh and elbow to your ribs, trouble usually came looking for you.
“Hey,“ The tallest one slurred as he looked you up and down. “Come here often?”
“Yup.” Your reply was curt, and you hoped they would take the hint when you turned back to face the bar.
Instead, a hand came to your shoulder.
“Hey, I was talking to you.” He was suddenly close, his breath rank and hot on your face as he yanked you towards. “You think you’re too good for us.”
“Don’t touch me.” You took a full step away as you warned him.
“Slummin’ it here with all these test tube freaks.” He closed in on you again. “Let me show you what a real man can do.”
You raised your hands, about to shove him backward, when a familiar arm slid over your shoulder. Despite your guard being up, you instantly knew who was next to you.
“Problem here?”
Your eyes didn’t move from the creep, but you could hear the eternal grin on Jesse’s face. You didn’t mistake the grin for carelessness. Instead, you knew it was just Jesse. He was always calm until he wasn’t.
“Ahh, I see. No problem.” The man stumbled back into his friends before muttering under his breath. “Freak fucker.”
“What did you call them?”
Your head snapped up at the sudden change in tone in Jesse’s voice. He wasn’t grinning anymore. His hand left your shoulder as he began to stiffen at your side. The man didn’t realize his mistake as he kept hurling insults your way.
“They’re just another slut for you meat droids. The Republic needs to end the war so they can take you all out with the trash.”
In split seconds, Jesse lept past you. He swung, his fist connecting with the creep’s jaw, sending him reeling backwards. He threw another jab, catching the man with a blow to the nose before he stumbled out of Jesse’s reach.
Your stomach dropped as one of the friends lunged for Jesse, whose gaze was still on the instigator. But never one to be caught off guard, Jesse side-stepped the second man in the same moment he spun, landing a uppercut into the man’s stomach.
You balled your fists, ready to follow Jesse when another hand came to your shoulder. You cocked a fist back but Kix’s voice found you before you could swing.
“You jump in, you just make it worse for him.”
You huffed in response. Kix wasn’t wrong. You knew Jesse could handle a few nat-borns by himself and he would only be distracted if you started to fight. Still, your fist stayed balled by your side.
In the next moment, a flash of red by the door caught your eye. The Courscant Guard was here. They were always close by on busy nights, keeping the peace however they had to. The three clones positioned themselves by the door. You recognized Thorn by his helmet. He posted himself in the corner, a shiny on either on side of him. You knew he wouldn’t intervene unless he had to, but if Jesse kept at it, Thorn wouldn’t have a choice.
Kix saw Thorn too. He set his jaw and dove into the fray. He emerged with an arm wrapped around Jesse’s waist, tugging the scowling man out of the scuffle. Kix turned, tossing his brother away from the seething nat-borns before he spun around to face them again.
“Get out.” Kix pointed to the door. “Or you’re going to have a lot more meat droids to deal with.”
The instigator snarled through a bloody nose and spit at Kix’s feet. Jesse yelled out and charged for the man again. You turned to face him, stepping into his path and putting your hands on his chest. Jesse looked down at you, his face instantly softening just a bit.
“Jesse - we’re leaving now.” The words were an order but your tone was gentle, hoping you could reach the part of him that had just relaxed under your palms.
He frowned, his eyes quickly back on his target. The men were rapidly retreating out the door, with side-glances thrown at the Guards in red. You felt Jesse twitch, like he wanted to chase after them.
“It’s okay, Jess.” Kix’s voice came from behind you now, calm and quiet. “Just let go it.”
“They’re not worth it.” You lifted one palm to Jesse’s face, laying it on his cheek with just enough pressure to coax him into looking at you. “Please, Jesse.”
His hand came up to your forearm, giving you a gentle squeeze.
“Okay,” The words were breathy as they left his mouth. “Okay, okay. You’re right.”
You lifted to meet his lips, capturing him in a quick, grateful kiss.
He exhaled as you pulled away, breaking the brief kiss. You ran your thumb along his cheekbone, tracing the lower rim of his tattoo. Then your hand fell to find his hand at his side.
“Let’s go home.”
You tugged him towards the exit. As you pulled Jesse out of the club, you threw on glance back to search over his shoulder, quickly finding the familiar eyes of Kix. He tilted his head in question, and you nodded in reassurance. He smiled back and raised his glass in a grateful salute before he turned back to the dancefloor. Jesse followed you to the door in a daze. The adrenaline of the fight had worn off, and he hung almost limp as he drifted behind you.
By the time you got back to your apartment, Jesse was almost catatonic. His lids hung heavy over his eyes as he sank onto the edge of your bed. He hadn’t said a word since you left 79’s. You were starting to get worried. Rather than press him to talk, you went to the kitchen and got a wet washcloth. Returning to find him unmoved in the bedroom, you knelt before him. Coaxing him to take off his shoes, you placed them next to yours at the end of the bed. Then you turned your attention to his bruised knuckles. Taking his calloused hand in yours, you started to dab at the scrapped skin.
“You… you don’t have to do that.” Jesse stuttered as he finally spoke.
“I’m happy to, Jesse.” You tried to smile up at him but his sleepy gaze had turned into a wide eyed stare and it caught you off guard.
“No, I mean you shouldn’t have to do that.” He yanked his hand out of yours.
You barely had time to wonder at his sudden movement before he was up on his feet, pacing across your small bedroom.
“Jesse, talk to me.” You kept your voice gentle, not out of fear but out of caring. You wanted him to know you were there for him.
“You deserve better, you know.”
You frowned but before you could protest, Jesse spoke again, never breaking his relentless stride.
“I’m sorry. I’m just a hothead. All I know is how to fight.” Jesse ran his fingers over his broken knuckles. “You deserve more than that.”
He finally stopped his pacing as he caught his form in the full length mirror that hung on your wall. His frown grew as he studied himself.
“Look at me.” His shoulders slumped and his eyes fell to the floor. “I was bred for this. Bred to be a soldier and that’s all I’ll ever be.”
You quickly clambered to your feet. He didn’t move from his position in front of the mirror. You stood behind him, savoring his closeness for a moment. You wrapped your arms around him at his waist and pulled him in tight to you.
“I love your fire, Jesse. I love that you’re a fighter.”
He let out a single dry laugh. It was so soulless, so unlike Jesse. You held him a little closer.
“Look at you, Jesse.” You settled your head on his shoulder, stretching to peer at your combined reflections. “You want to know what I see?”
He finally raised his head, hesitantly meeting your eyes.
“I see how passionately you care, how you love so strongly that you would go to war for those you care about. Your brothers know that. They love and respect you for that. But that fire isn’t all you are.”
“You can make me smile on the hardest of days. You keep calm in far more situations than you give yourself credit for. You like to pretend you don’t care but I can see how deeply you do.” You dug your fingers into his shirt, gripping his ribs, trying to convey how much you wanted him. “Don’t ever say you’re just a soldier. You’re so much more than that, Jesse.”
Jesse’s eyes were shining as his reflection stared back at you. He took your arm from his waist and tugged you in front of him, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders folding you into his warmth. You reached up and held onto his arms like he was the only liferaft in the sea. He started to grin again. You leaned your head back into him with a sigh and a smile.
“I’m so lucky to have met you.” Jesse murmured as he kissed the top of your head.
“We’re both lucky.”
You turned your head to lay a gentle kiss on his bicep. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the smirk on his face widen just a little. He pressed a kiss to your neck. And then another. You tilted your head, giving him more access to your sensitive flesh. One of hands that laid across your chest searched out your pert nipple and began to tease it gently through the rough fabric of your shirt. You leaned back into him with a soft moan, grinding your hips against him, feeling him harden behind you. Jesse’s lips found your ear.
“Oh, cyare,” Jesse’s words were dark and husky. “You don’t know what you do to me.”
His other hand snaked its way down your front, finding the waistline of your pants. Jesse pushed the fabric aside, sinking one knuckle into your already wet center.
“See what you do to me.” You breathlessly muttered. “Jesse, I need you.”
His hands jumped to your waist to find the hem of your shirt. Gentle fingers traced a line up your side, gathering your shirt as he went. Jesse paused at your mid-waist and looked at you. You nodded, giving him permission to proceed. He whipped the top off of you in the next moment. You spun to face him, needy for the feeling of his skin on yours. You tugged at the ends of his shirt, and he quickly obliged. You ran your hands over his chest, savoring the warmth of his skin and the sturdy build of his muscles.
Jesse bent to meet you and quickly captured your lips in his, kissing you deeply. He still tasted like a hint of whiskey. His tongue swirled with yours in a bruising fury and you felt yourself craving more of him. You broke apart for a moment, both turning your attention to your pants. The last bits of clothing was quickly removed and kicked aside.
Jesse spun you around to face the mirror and then pressed his wide palm on the small of your back, coaxing you into bending over. You gave into his directions, bringing a hand to the wall on either side of the mirror. You felt him run his length along your aching slit. You let out a breathy moan as he brushed along your clitoris, your head falling and eyes closing at the glorious friction.
“Oh no, cyare,” Jesse’s back was suddenly pressed against you, and his hand was on your jaw. He guided your head back up so you were staring into his deep brown eyes.
“That’s it,” he nipped at your neck as he stood again, lining himself up. “Let me see those eyes.”
You stared up at him, meeting his dark look in the mirror. His pupils were blown. Jesse stood again, towering over you. You bit your lip as you studied the breathtaking man for the briefest moment.
Then he entered you. His member filled you, reaching your furthest depths at this angle. The ache of being so full was quickly replaced by a overwhelming pleasure as Jesse’s hand snaked its way around you, deftly finding your already sensitive nub again. He teased small circles as he slowly began to move, dragging his cock from you before swiftly entering you again. Soon, his hips pistoned into you and you pushed back off of the wall, meeting him with every stroke. His other hand held your hip on a strong grip. You cried out his name as a wave of orgasm overtook you. Jesse followed behind, filling you as he finished.
You stood up and swayed on weak legs. Jesse quickly gathered you into his chest, showering your shoulders with kisses.
“Thank you.” He whispered against your skin.
“Always.” You sighed, leaning back into him. The next words left your mouth before you even considered them. “I love you, Jesse.”
Your stomach dropped for a moment. You knew you meant it but maybe it was too soon, too early. Before you could take it back, you looked to him in the mirror. His dark brown eyes found your suddenly wide ones and they were bright, all lust replaced with a vast joy. He quickly spun you to face him. Cupping your face in his hands, he tilted you up towards him.
“I love you too.”
His lips captured yours and his hands fell to wrap around your waist. Your heart soared as he squeezed you tighter to him.
“Now come on,” Jesse smirked before he stepped backwards, tuggiing you towards the bed. “I’m not done with you yet.”
#star wars#the clone wars#tcw#tcw fan fic#tcw fan fiction#star wars jesse#clone wars jesse#tcw jesse/you#tcw jesse smut#arc trooper jesse x you#clone trooper jesse x reader#ct 5597#ariadnes red thread#aria’s 150 follower celebration#ariadnes red thread 150 follower celebration#follower celebration#follower request
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Welcome
This is a sideblog for my OCs in the universe of the My Time series of games, the main ones being a handful of clones from the pre-apocalypse Old World, kept in suspended animation for centuries before being "born" and raised in the modern era. Their stories are based on events from My Time at Portia, My Time at Sandrock, the upcoming My Time at Evershine, and the expanded world of these games that the canon has yet to show us all of.
If you're new to the clones' story, I recommend checking out my blog FAQ and lore FAQ to get a primer!
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❤️ Wisteria Willows, a.k.a Tallsky!Wis or T!Wis
🧡 Wisteria Cyprens, a.k.a Sandrock!Wis or S!Wis
💛 Wisteria Ashpen, a.k.a Lucien!Wis or L!Wis
💚 Wisteria Ashe, a.k.a Duvos!Wis or D!Wis
🩵 Wisteria Birck, a.k.a Portia/Evershine!Wis or P/E!Wis
💙 Wisteria Lin, a.k.a Vega 5!Wis or V5!Wis
💜 Wisteria Lark, a.k.a Walnut Groove!Wis or WG!Wis
🖤 ??????, a.k.a. #8 (for now)
🌈 All clones
✨ Other characters in the cloneverse (fankids, family members, etc)
Other places I am:
@shady-groves: My main blog, not used for very much aside from reblogging cool things I come across :>
@sanddusted-wisteria: A sideblog specifically for Sandrock!Wis and MTAS!
My AO3 - I've only written stories for S!Wis as of now, though that might change as time goes on
Bluesky
You can also find me on the Our Time at Sandrock discord!
#i say that they're faqs but they're more like organized lore dumps dkrjkdjf#after nearly a year of a disorganized discord forum thread i have to wrangle all of this stuff with proper tagging and such#especially since the clones are probably gonna interact with each other a lot more once the events of mtae roll around#the wisteria project
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//UPDATE:
Over the course of this weekend, I will be replying to all the drafts I owe even if its been awhile! If I reblog a thread that you no longer wish to continue and want to drop, PLEASE let me know, either by reply or DM!
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#threads#threads app#unpopular opinion#hot take#star wars opinion#opinion#star wars#star wars anakin#anakin skywalker#star wars tag#star wars thoughts#star wars the clone wars#star wars sequel trilogy#sw posting#star wars the acolyte
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Im rapidly losing my patience with the TBB. Im not against slowburn threads, but at this point we have had three plot point where somebody is looking at someone but they dont show us who/what they're looking at
#did it with palpatine/necromancer and now with the person fennec contacts#and the assassin clone shouldve had their identity shown to the audience at the end of last weeks two parter#i hope theyre resolving some plot points in the two-parter on april 3rd#cause theres way too many lingering plot threads at this point#the bad batch#star wars#tbb s3e08#i really wanted the assassin clone's helmet to be off as he crawled from the water#camera on their back. and then the camera turns and we see their face
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