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tattycoram · 1 year ago
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*when the 212th and 501st have training together* Waxer: Are you upset that you don't get to be on the same team as Echo? Fives: Have you ever run a simulation with Echo? Waxer: No.. Fives: Have you ever been trapped in a cage with a wolverine? *on the other end of the battlefield* Echo, chasing Boil: I SAID FASTER DO YOU NOT KNOW WHAT THE WORD FASTER MEANS IT MEANS MORE FAST-
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qualified-trash-panda · 2 days ago
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Sunshine Hugs
had a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day yesterday so imagined how each of my canon 212th boys would hug because i could do with a copy and paste man hug
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Waxer: this man is a cuddle nightmare. will hug any chance he gets, for whatever reason. you brought him a cup of caf? hugs for you. made him laugh himself silly. hugging till you can’t breathe. said hello to him in passing? hugs for days.
Boil: is the last man to recognise if someone needs a hug. Not because he’s averse to physical touch or anything, Boil is just not your usual go to for comfort, man’s as stiff as a wooden floorboard and just as gruff. will reciprocate with a beleaguered pat on the head if hugged.
Crys: ngl I think Crys would be a lil awkward with hugs. sure, he’s a cocky son of a bitch and will reciprocate if hugged, but it won’t be warm, it won’t be comforting. it’ll be like you hugged a labrador who really doesn’t wanna be there
Gearshift: not one to initiate a hug but also not one to push you away. this man is silent as the night and just as mysterious but always seems to drop whatever weight he’s carrying when hugged. though he won’t reciprocate, he will lift a hand to pat your shoulder until you’re done and give you a comforting look when you draw away.
Longshot: always unsure if someone needs one, ends up getting it wrong half the time and has caught a habit of tugging someone’s sleeve like a child when he wants a hug but is too anxious to ask – still clings to this idea a solider has to be rigid, unyielding, and so physical touch is a confusing one for him
Trapper: Do. Not. Hug. Him. Trapper does not like to be touched at all – it stems from a nightmare he had as a cadet where the Kaminoans experimented on him for some reason – and a hug is the Ultimate Touch™
Wooley: BEAR HUGS. doesn’t know his own strength sometimes and has been known to tackle a trooper trying to give him a hug. will always check it’s okay too and never takes it personally if not.
Cody: ALWAYS knows when one of his men is in need of a hug, no one watches their men more closely than Commander freaking Cody, and will discreetly arrange for a hug to happen (usually sends Waxer after the clone in question). has become a master at hiding when he is in need of a tactical hug because he's the Marshal Commander, he has to be the anchor for his men, but doesn't complain when the need hits after a bad mission or one too many reports and there's magically an Obi-Wan in his room with a warm smile and strategic hand on his shoulder
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Bonus
when group hugs happen they are subtle and quiet (because Crys saw Fives yell 'ITS HUGGING TIME' into a group of 501st once, witnessed the succeeding dog pile and has been scarred ever since). they usually happen after a mission, when everyone is back in their barracks and too exhausted to take off their armour. one clone drops and it's like a domino effect, the rest falling on top of him until everyone is asleep in various stages of undress
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dividers by @cursed-carmine
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deserthusbands · 9 months ago
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obi-wan, half-awake: cody… we’re late.
cody: for what?
obi-wan: …i can’t remember, but i’m sure we are.
cody, pulling the covers back over them both: mm. five more minutes. we’ll worry about it later.
waxer, gawking in the entrance of the tent: :0
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jasminebythebay · 1 month ago
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guys who grew up in the most sterile environment in the galaxy and guy who didn't
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blackseafoam · 1 year ago
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✨ Nerra ✨
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uwingdispatch · 3 months ago
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Clone trooper round up!!!!! I now have over 30 clones and I can only post 30 images in a tumblr post so let’s see how this goes. If your fave clone isn’t here, let me know and I’ll see what I can do. Keep an eye out because I’ll have more clones soon! And as always, use code TUMBLR15 for 15% off most accessories! Shop is here.
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Not pictured: Season 2 Crosshair, Season 2 Hunter. <3
Shop is here. Love y'all!
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padawan-snack-packer · 3 months ago
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Don't imagine Rex quietly fixing a younger clone’s armor after hours, muttering, "you gotta take better care of yourself, kid," while he polishes each scratch like it’s sacred.
Don't imagine Fives trying to teach shinies how to play cards, cheating outrageously so they win, whooping and hollering like they’re champions of the galaxy, and slipping a few credits into their pockets when no one's looking.
Don't imagine Cody staying up all night after a tough battle because he's personally stitching medals of bravery into the empty bunks of fallen troopers, so when they’re remembered, they’re remembered right.
Don't imagine Hardcase giving away his dessert rations to any clone who looks even remotely sad, acting like it’s a prank or a dare so no one knows he’s doing it out of love.
Don't imagine Echo re-learning how to shoot left-handed after his injury, stubbornly, painstakingly, so he can teach other injured clones that they’re not broken — just different.
Don't imagine Jesse carving tiny little messages into the walls of every base they’re stationed at. Messages like "501st were here. We fought. We lived." like he's trying to leave proof they mattered.
Don't imagine Dogma leaving tiny notes in people's lockers that just say "you’re doing good." "you’re brave." "I believe in you." — and then feeling too shy to admit it was him.
Don't imagine Wolffe pretending to be annoyed when Boost and Sinker sneak stray animals into the barracks, but secretly building a little hidden shelter for them behind the hangar.
Don't imagine Kix memorizing the medical charts of every single brother in his battalion — birthdays, allergies, old injuries — because he doesn’t trust the GAR systems to care enough (and he's 30000% right).
Don't imagine Tup tending to a tiny makeshift garden in the middle of a warzone with whatever seeds and scraps he can find, because "something’s gotta grow, sir."
Don't imagine Rex carrying every goodbye letters and notes he never got to say or give tucked in the seams of his armor or in a chest under his bed — every brother he couldn’t save, every friend he couldn’t reach — and still standing up the next morning because someone has to lead, and if not him, then who?
Don't imagine Waxer carrying around a crumpled, dirty drawing of Numa from Ryloth in a hidden pocket inside his armor, smoothing it out and smiling every time he feels like the war is eating him alive.
Don't imagine Boil pretending to grumble about it but secretly checking the drawing too, mouthing, "stay safe, little one," before every mission because part of his heart never left Ryloth.
Don't imagine Bly sketching little comic strips in the margins of his field reports to make Aayla laugh during debriefings — and still carrying the last one he never got to show her, tucked inside his chest plate.
Don't imagine Colt teaching his new ARC trainees how to properly tie a tourniquet and lecturing them seriously, but at the end quietly handing each of them a little lucky charm, like an old Republic credit or a braided cord, "for good luck, kid."
Don't imagine Appo still wearing a piece of Fives' blue paint on his armor as a "tradition" without telling anyone where it came from or why it matters so much.
Don't imagine Fox locking himself in his office after long shifts guarding Coruscant because he can’t stand seeing the brothers’ faces when they look at him like he’s a stranger now — so he sits in the dark and listens to the old 501st comms chatter recordings, just to feel something again.
Don't imagine Jesse and Kix starting a stupid prank war in the barracks where they replace each other's ration packs with terrible "mystery meat," laughing until Rex threatens to demote them — but Kix sneaks Rex a spiked caf packet later as revenge.
Don't imagine Tup painting tiny flowers on the inside of his helmet where no one can see them, tiny bursts of color against the cold plastoid — because he wants to carry beauty into battle even if no one else knows.
Don't imagine Dogma standing at the memorial wall and reading every single name out loud, even the ones he never knew, because he thinks someone should.
Don't imagine Waxer and Boil talking about "after the war" plans, like opening a repair shop on Ryloth, taking in lost kids, making sure no one else has to grow up the way they did — and laughing about it like it could actually happen.
Don't imagine Fives pulling a prank so chaotic that even Rex laughs — real, loud, helpless laughter — and Fives looking absolutely stunned before grinning like he'd just been handed the whole galaxy.
Don't imagine Rex tracing the scars on his hands sometimes without realizing, as if he’s trying to memorize every mistake, every battle, every time he almost didn’t make it — and then closing his fist around them like a promise to keep going.
Don't imagine Kix secretly saving every "thank you" note the boys have ever given him — crumpled sticky notes, bad handwriting, a piece of torn armor that just says "thanks doc" — tucked into his med kit like the most valuable supplies he owns.
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jasperatedd · 1 month ago
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My light in the dawn.
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stealingpotatoes · 1 year ago
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do you have any clone related headcannons/aus? Personally I love the 501 bc they collectively have 1 brain cell and it’s passed between Ahsoka, Rex, and Echo (anakin’s never seen it)
huge agree, but I think the 212 looks after the braincell for them most the time
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(commission info // tip jar!)
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walterfairholmes · 4 months ago
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Boil: I wonder if the Commander has a favorite?
Waxer: I don't know. Let's ask him.
Waxer: Hey Commander, who's your favorite vod?
Cody: Don't be ridiculous, I don't play favorites.
Cody: I like Rex and all you non-Rexes equally.
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gffa · 1 month ago
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Card art for Star Wars Unlimited
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astral-veil · 9 months ago
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Happy Spoopy Month
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new-anon · 2 months ago
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(2020-21) boil & waxer & younglings!
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anstarwar · 1 month ago
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Numa learned her sharpshooting skills and badassery from Waxer and Boil. They were off planet when we saw her in Rebels, which is why we didn’t see them, of course
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w31rd0-art1st · 6 months ago
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Clone names will never not be funny to me.. because you have clones named Hardcase, Fives, Kix, Echo, Dogma, Tup, Waxer, Boil, Comet, Fox, Wolffe, Rex, etc etc.
And then you have Cody and Jesse.
Like, these names are kinda cool and badass, but then you have names that belong to just regular people.
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nat-but-free · 2 months ago
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Numa got a marker
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