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Troopers of Gondor

Spinning off of a Lord of the Rings/Star Wars mix up illustration. Here are some Gondor themed Troopers. I have some Elves and Dwarves planned too!

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Sometimes when things get difficult at work cause I am a woman who works the midnight shifts alone on fridays and Saturdays, and that's when all the post bar drunks and druggies come in, I like to imagine crosshair just hanging around. Looming, glaring at assholes. And it puts my mind at ease.

sometimes you just have to let yourself be a bit neurodivergent.

i hate going out, it gives me a lot of anxiety and sensory input that i dont like, and i am often forced to talk to people.

so i do this thing on more difficult days, or sometimes just for fun, where i "bring a fictional character with me". i walk and imagine Fictional Character walking next to me. they talk to me, reassure me, hype me up, whatever i need them to do.

today dean winchester came christmas shopping with me. he went over the list with me of stuff i needed to get, told me i was doing a good job every time i finished in a certain shop, reminded me to take a deep breath when i got a little overwhelmed.

and yea. its kinda silly. and i know its just me talking to myself in a different voice, but it Works! especially since all of my special interests/hyperfixations tend to be tv/movie related.

so do what you gotta do to Get Shit Done. stop holding yourself to neurotypical standards. if you need Fictional Character to tell you you're doing a good job, do it! if you need Favourite Singer to walk you to school, do it! yea it might feel silly but you're literally fighting against your own brain to get stuff done every single day. you can have a little self indulgent daydream, as a treat.

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Hey! First of all, absolutely love your writing and art, it never fails to make me smile when you post.

I don’t know how to type this without sounding awkward, but I had a random platonic yandere/reader idea inspired by your yandere clone family au that I just wanted to get out of my system and figured you might enjoy.

I started thinking about Arla Fett (Jango’s older sister) in this universe. 

In case you aren’t familiar with her character here’s a quick summary: After the murder of her’s and Jango’s parents she was enslaved by the Death Watch and eventually developed an extremely damaging case Stockholm syndrome. She would act as an assassin for the death watch before being arrested. Later on a Jedi general-turned mandolorian by the name of Bardin Jussik would try to help Arla heal from her trauma but after she begged him to help her forget about it entirely, Bardin simply wiped her memory using the force. The two then fell in love and would have settled down (had order 66 not occurred).

So, then I got to thinking: what if these events happened a few years sooner so that Arla and Bardin were already settled down during the war. And how would the yandere clones react to not only having a blood related sister, but a Jedi brother-in-law, and their likely force sensitive teenager aka reader.

Let’s say the war ends and the various clone battalions are rounding up their respective Jedi but the group formerly run by Bardin Jussik wind up having trouble tracking down their long lost general who left abruptly during the war due to his issues with the Jedi council’s leadership and the republic’s approach to the war. 

They get to the point that TBB get called in to help find him.

Even after some time passes, Jussik doesn’t seem to be anywhere and most assume he’s dead as there is literally no trace of him anywhere. TBB eventually refocus their efforts on to other troublesome Jedi (Such as Kanan, Ezra, Vera Sai, and Nazra) who have at least been seen alive and well in the past decade.

Their efforts to track down the Ghost crew lead them back to Lothal since it’s a planet the Ghost returns to regularly. 

The rest of the batch spreads out to search for clues while Hunter brings the Marauder to a refuel station bc the busy marketplace gives him a headache and he just needs a little rest from constantly tracking. 

He gets there and he’s met with reader working the station who’s about three or four years older than Omega. As Hunter asks them to just refuel the ship he can’t help but notice the teen is sort of staring him down.

Expecting some kind of anti-clone sentiment or getting called sub-human he simply asks

“What never seen a clone before?”

Reader looks at him confused and Hunter suddenly remembers that Lothal never had any part in the war and most people on the planet couldn’t care less who he or his brothers were, especially now that the war was over.

Suddenly, almost like they can read his thoughts, reader starts looking embarrassed and apologetic.

“I’m not sure what that’s supposed to mean but…yeah I guess I have been pretty rude just staring huh?” Reader holds up a hand in front of Hunter’s face and closes one of their eyes so that they can only see the non-tattooed side of his face. “It’s just- my buir used to show me holos of my ba’vodu and I swear you look just like him. I’m probably just imagining it.”

Hunter is taken aback by the comment and is suddenly very interested in learning more about this barely paid refueling station attendant’s family. He figures the kid’s dad and uncle are deserters like Cut Laquane. Reader’s additions of some mando’a into their sentences only seems to cement his theory.

The two have a friendly conversation and Hunter finds himself amused by reader’s wide-eyed curiosity about the world outside of Lothal as it’s very reminiscent of when he first met Omega. 

Meanwhile reader is just thrilled that this starship captain is willing to answer all of their questions about his adventures across the galaxy ( Hunter leaves out the whole capturing and lovingly imprisoning all of the Jedi of course). 

Reader grew up on a farm with barely any contact with anybody aside from their parents (the other kids on Lothal find reader creepy for some reason) so speaking with Hunter is a breath of fresh air.

Reader rambles on about how boring life on the farm is and how they were lucky their parents even let them get a job in town since they’re so overprotective.

Reader winds up feeling guilty for making Hunter uncomfortable at first due to them staring at him and then info dumping on him. Eventually reader offers to pay for the Marauder’s fuel as an apology for wasting the man’s time.  

Hunter and reader wind up talking for so long that the rest of the batch come looking for their leader, only to find him lightly bickering with a kid about how it’s not necessary for them to pay for his fuel for simply looking at him a little too long.

Hunter suddenly remembers he has a duty and mission to complete and goes into leader mode, discussing with the others on where they should land the ship for the night so they have a place to stay.

Reader casually offers the empty field on their family’s farm since they wouldn’t have to pay for it like the ship docking spots in town. Reader also mentions harvest season just passed and their father has a tendency to cook an excess of food. 

Wrecker is sold on the idea immediately upon the offer of free food and begs his brothers to take up the offer.

Hunter, Tech, Echo, and Crosshair are made suspicious by the generosity and Crosshair is the one to ask what the catch is.

Reader simply made the offer in hopes of learning more about these strange off-worlders and decides to (naively) strike a deal.

“No catches, no fees. All is ask is each of you give me your best stories from your travels across the galaxy. Deal?”

The batch takes them up on their offer and soon find themselves following the kid home. As they travel, the batch all start noticing things. All of them had been around force sensitive children for some time now and had learned about the small habits that  most force sensitives had. Maybe reader answers any questions they have before the batch can even ask them. Almost like they read the batch’s minds. The batch quickly notice that reader’s reflexes are just a little too fast for a normal person. None of them really need the confirmation but Tech discretely uses a scanner to check reader’s medicloroan count and it’s a higher amount than most.

By the time the Marauder is nearing reader’s farm the entire batch knows they’re taking this kindhearted and naive little force sensitive back with them to Kamino. Now they just need to decide if they need to “take care of” reader’s family before they go.

They land and reader runs up to the house where their very confused mother is waiting in the front yard. Every member of the batch is stunned when they get a good look at reader’s mother. The woman quite literally looks exactly like an adult version of Omega. It’s almost frightening.

Reader’s mother doesn’t entirely know how to feel about the strangers (given she got her memories about the clone war wiped it’s likely she doesn’t realize they’re clones. Let alone clones of her brother)

Reader’s mother introduces herself as Arla Jussik-Fett. At the same time, Bardin steps out of the house and upon seeing the clones, freezes. 

Now, Lothal is an isolated planet, far from the republic. (Exactly the reason he chose to live there)

So Bardin had only heard whispers and warped rumors about what the clones had been doing. As far as he knew, Jedi and force sensitives found by clones were never seen again. Of course Bardin is going to assume they came to kill him and his family.

He never stopped carrying his lightsaber out of cautiousness and already has his hand on it out of instinct.

Reader notices their dad standing close-by and waved him over. 

“Buir! You’ll agree with me! Mom doesn’t agree but don’t you think these guys look like ba’vodu Jango?”  

All hell breaks loose after that.

 Clone force 99 is #shook and Bardin runs to stand between his family and the clones.

“Cyar’ika, ad’ika, go inside and lock the door.” He order, activating his lightsaber. 

Reader is VERY scared by the sudden tenseness that’s taken over. Bardin and Arla share a look and Arla quickly takes reader inside.

Bardin and the Bad Batch take a long few minutes to size one another up. After some time Bardin finally speaks.

“We will give you all one chance to turn around and walk away.”

Crosshair pops a toothpick in his mouth and takes a moment to scan the area.

“We?”

“We.” Bardin nods.

Just then the shot of a sniper rifle rings out. The end of the toothpick in Crosshair’s mouth splinters and is left charred as a blaster bolt just grazes the tip of it. The bolt doesn’t hurt a hair on the clone’s head, but is definitely WAY too close for comfort.

The batch quickly trace the origin of the shot to the front-facing window in the second story of the house where Arla is standing with a rifle pointed down at them.

Arla, despite having lived a fairly quiet and domestic life the past few years, is still a dead on shot. She was a very successful assassin for the Death Watch after all. 

Hitting the toothpick was a warning shot. Crosshair would have dropped had it not been.

“My riduur is right.” Arla shouts down from the open window. “He’s not really the one you need to be worried about.” 

Both Bardin and Arla lived difficult lives and as a result were very particular about security and protecting their home. They wanted to make it so their ad’ika could maintain their innocence. Unfortunately this resulted in reader being extremely sheltered and completely banned from learning how to use their force powers.

After a lot of struggle, Bardin and Arla manage to escape with reader by the skin of their teeth. 

So, TBB return to Kamino to share their strange news. 

They bring the name Arla Fett up to the Alpha clones and they’re vaguely aware of the name as Jango had mentioned her fondly once or twice.

The news quietly spreads around Kamino as a rumor. Some clones are absolutely enthralled by the concept of a new addition to the family. Others are cautious upon finding out Arla was once part of the Death Watch and are against the idea of bringing someone like her near their Jedi.

Some shinnies make the joke that the Fett genetics must give them a type since Arla herself married a Jedi just like so many of her brother’s clones. 

A few of the clones wonder if Arla shares their yandere tendencies. Some clones are already referring to her as Ori’vod Arla and joking about how they wonder if Bardin Jussik is good enough for their big sis. And then some clones just don’t care.

Meanwhile the squad once run by Bardin Jussik is ecstatic to find out their precious general was alive after all. WITH A WIFE NO LESS! Suffice to say they are stoked.

The news about Bardin and Arla’s force sensitive kid is far less widespread or just gets overshadowed.

Since Bardin is off the grid the clones have no idea where he would go. They ask around the Jedi on Kamino but Bardin was never very friendly with any of them. So they instead decide to see what they can find about Arla. Thanks to Emperor Vader the clones are given access to Arla’s arrest records and the subsequent psychiatric treatments she received while in prison. 

When it’s revealed that Arla was essentially enslavement by the Death Watch and used as a soldier it’s like a switch is flipped. Every last clone on Kamino suddenly realizes that the Death Watch did to Arla exactly what the Republic did to them. She really is their sister. A kindred spirit.

Cue the most quietly chaotic custody battle in history with various clone groups and individuals trying to figure out who gets to bring their dear sister and her Jedi husband home to Kamino.

It doesn’t really matter who does it bc the second she’s there she won’t be leaving. With the combined power of the entirety of Kamino it doesn’t take long to find the Jussik-Fett family.

And when they find out about reader? Their ori’vod’s precious ad’ika who’s force sensitive?!

Every single clone is obsessed and wants to be the best uncle.

Every. Single. Clone. 

(I have no idea how that would work out but I feel like the clones would find a way to organize it without completely overwhelming their ori’vod’s dear ad’ika)

Reader’s little family of three suddenly gets much MUCH bigger.

I can see Bardin Jussik being absolutely miserable after being wrangled onto Kamino. (He is absolutely not going without one hell of a fight. He is dragged in kicking and screaming)

The guy left the Jedi order in favor of a mandalorian lifestyle bc he hated the rigidity and hypocrisy of the Jedi. He hated how he couldn’t use his abilities to help more people just because the republic said he wasn’t allowed. Being constantly surrounded by the various Jedi artifacts spread around Kamino would most likely make him feel even more trapped than the bars of the cell that he was kept in before he finally calmed down and stopped biting any clone who would come near.

But he wouldn’t exactly have a chance to escape, especially not with his wife and child! The man would rather die than leave his family alone with the obsessed clones.

I can see him assisting in escapes, but not going with whoever gets loose. He always makes sure he won’t be tied back to the jailbreak so he and his family don’t get in trouble or separated as a punishment. 

(The clones quickly figure out the best way to keep him from trying anything is threatening to take his wife and reader away)

Arla would probably be conflicted about the situation. While she knows being imprisoned on Kamino is supposed to be terrible, she’s happy to be given a second chance at being a sister to Jango. Even if she knows the clones aren’t exactly him (mentally and emotionally that is). She has been in an abusive hostage situation before (Death Watch) but for some reason to her, this time it’s different…? The clones don’t burn a brand into her back like the Death Watch did. They don’t give her scars, don’t chain her up. They never hurt her. They are soft and loving, looking UP to her for guidance and making sure SHE is comfortable being called ori’vod and acting as an older sister to all of them. Many clones go to her for parenting advice and sometimes just to excitedly talk about their day or ask about hers. 

Arla’s mental health has been cracked from a young age. The clones somewhat use this to their advantage. Arla knows that what the clones are doing to the Jedi is wrong, but she also doesn’t entirely see the harm in it?

So many of the families living on Kamino are happy and healthy and everyone cares about one another. And Arla knows that as long as she stays, she’ll be surrounded by family and friends and love. She wouldn’t have to worry about armored soldiers bursting through the door and gunning down her family in front of her. Not again.

She knows Bardin is dissatisfied, and restless and she feels terrible for wanting to stay, but as long as she stays on Kamino, she knows her family is safe.

Reader starts off ecstatic. FINALLY having friends and family who understand them, and mentors willing to help them use the force properly. But before long they start feeling trapped again. Reader realizes they may have traded one prison for another. Lothal for Kamino. They still find themselves wanting to explore the stars. Reader eventually approaches ba’vodu Hunter and asks him if they can come along on the batch’s next expedition.

Hunter flat out says no. The Alphas are strictly against it. Reader asks around and literally every clone on Kamino says no to letting reader come along off world. It’s too dangerous out there for a naive little one like reader! They’re too sweet! Too innocent! (They are also literally getting close to being 18 and very much not a child anymore)

And reader finally realizes the mess they accidentally brought upon themself. 

one day they defeatedly walk up to Hunter, take a seat next to him, tiredly leaning their head on his shoulder.

“Remember that deal we made when we first met? And you promised to give me your best story about one of your adventures? I’m ready to hear it now…”

I’d love to know your thoughts on this! I’d love to know what you think would go differently. This wound up being a lot longer than I thought it would but I figured you might find it interesting! 

Your work is amazing, I think it’s SUPER creative. Please don’t forget to take care of yourself and have an amazing day!

I actually love this.

I dont have a whole lot.more to add except jango fett is still alive in my au. So that would make things extra interesting for aarla.

Also, Bardin and Vera would vibe. She orchestrates a majority of the successful escapes from kamino, and is glad to have his help.

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Hello, I'm starting a new tag game in order to spread some love for OCs!

If you get this message take it as a chance to rant about your OCs, tell us why you love them, why you created them, their tragic past, anything and everything you'd like to share! Go nuts! Then, to continue the love, send this to other people who need a chance to talk about their characters.

Ok, vera sai.

My main girl.

Trigger warning, this has alot of dark themes

Vera sai was born in France in the early 1400s. Her mother, esthianna durand, was a child prostitute forced into servitude after her lord father was beheaded by his people. Esthianna, being a bastard child, was able to slip by without attracting their notice.

Vera's father was a handsome but despicable man with a taste for the very young.

Esthianna was 14 and pretty and a prime target.

Vera's father kept her mother untill she got pregnant at 19, deeming her to look too old to please him.

He cast her out and she was forced to live like a hermit in the woods outside of town, eventually giving birth to her daughter, catherine durand, or as she would later come to be known as, vera sai.

Vera was born with strange birthmarks all over her body. Swirling patterns that gracefully covered her from head to toe. Beautiful, but concerning.

Whispers of the word witch and devils whore had already been caught around the town. She feared what may happen to her baby.

Wsthianas fate was sealed when a strange craft descended from the sky, come to see her from another world.

Come for her catherine.

Qui Gon had sensed the immense, but patchy force cry of young vera sai, and followed it. Followed it through a wormhole.

There was a language barrier. Esthianna had never heard basic before and Qui Gon had never heard of french.

He could only impress, through the force, that he meant no harm to the young mother or her baby.

But things turned sour.

Esthianna had agreed to Qui Gon to take both her and her baby away to wherever he had come from. To somewhere he assured her was safe.

She only asked he give her one night to prepare.

It was one night too many.

The Vera's father had caught wind that his old whore had been visited by someone from the sky and claimed witch craft.

He demanded that esthianna and her demon spawn be brought to the town square, to burn at the stake for their sins.

Well. Esthianna, seeing the mob, ran.

She ran for her horse, getting shot in the leg with an arrow. And when her horse got shot only a couple of meters from the concealed ship, she limped to it.

But she did not know how to get in and no one was coming out.

So seeing no other choice, she bundled her baby up and left her at the foot of the ship, limping away to draw off the mob.

They caught her and dragged her to the town square. Ripping her dress from her body and shaving her head.

The town leader demanded to know what she did woth the child.

Esthianna refused to say anything.

He burnt her alive.

Back at the ship, qui gon had returned with obi wan and anakin from a scouting trip, the lights and screams from the town having attracted him back down from the mountains.

They found the young child crying at the hatch to the ship, and qui gon, sensing something awful had happened told obi wan to take her and anakin inside while he went to look for esthianna.

He was horrified with what he saw then.

The young mother, tied naked to a pyre, screeching and howling as flames consumed her alive.

He ran back to the ship before anyone saw him, and immediatly charted a course for home.

He needed to meditate on this tragedy.

He needed to clear his mind, and his guilt.

But obi wan approached him, holding the young child.

"Master Qui Gon....what happened?"

Obi wan asked.

"The child's mother has been killed, obi wan. She sacrificed herself to save her daughter."

Qui gon chose not to divulge the exact circumstances of the poor girls death.

"I...see." obi wan swallowed, not exactly sure how to respond to the news.

The baby cooed from where she was bundled in obi wand arms, teaching playfully for his padawan braid.

"Master. The force....it is strong with her, but odd...I've never sensed a signiture so...."

"Unstable. I agree. It is...unusual. but perhaps for the best. I can sense her powers are immense. If they did not dip as drastically as they do I dare say they would rip her apart.

Now....she needs a name."

Qui gon said gently, laying a hand on the infant's head.

"Master...I heard the woman talk about something...she said...Versailles? She spoke of it so often...and with so much fondness.

Perhaps her name should be Vera Sai?"

Obi wan suggested, his finger held in a grip but the young girls small, chubby hand.

Qui gon hummed.

"True one who is divine....a... powerfull name to pick. But I think it suits her, my young padawan.

Welcome, vera sai....you will be a great jedi one day"

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That was vera sais origin, where she came from.

I originally made her because I wanted a jedi oc shenwas powerfull. But sort of strayed from the image of a powerfull jedi created by anakin and ashoka.

Shes powerfull, but unstable. Because of this she had great difficulty in learning how to controll her force powers. Instead, she leant heavily into theory, history. And most of all, the physical aspects of the force. She was a prodigy of martial arts. Going through the jedis training programs quickly.

Later on, when it was time to make lightsabers, it was revealed that she could not weild one.

Khyber Crystal's are extremely unstable. The stable energy of the jedinweilder flowing through them is what makes the lightsaber usable.

Vera said force energy was extremely unstable.

A small pulse from her just activating the blade, cause it to explode.

Because of this, she could not complete her padawan trials. She was forced to stay back and watch 5 year as do what she couldnt.

It made her bitter. Angry.

Shed go out at night, into the deeper levels. Drawn to the crime ridden underbelly of coruscant. If she couldnt protect like a jedi, shed protect like a mercenary.

This phase lasted about a year, when the council gathered to discuss her future.

Should she be allowed, at the age of 16, to become a padawan?

Or should she be moved to the corps?

In the end. Two jedi master fought to take her on as an apprentice.

First was master krell, who saw her potential for violence and power and wished to harness her as an asset.

The second master, was shaak tii.

She wished to help vera and beleive the structured, disciplined environment of kamino would be beneficial to the girls journey.

Master yoda debated and meditated over his options and decided that vera should go with master shaak tii.

That is how she came to be on kamino, and training under alpha 17 and fordo. She later met the batch.

After another soul draining lesson in the force woth shaak tii she was going for a walk and happened upon a group of cadets playing on a landing dock in the middle of a storm.

The bad batchers had snuck out to explore kamino.

Vera was about to tell them to get back inside when a particularily strong gust of wind threw an empty crate at one.

The tall, lanky, grey haired boy was hit in the head and knocked into the sea.

Vera immediatly started to run, dropping her robes and demanding the others get away from the edge, before diving in after the boy.

She didnt thinknabout her own saftey, or the massive power of the water crashing over her.

She saw only the drowning, young clone, in startling clarity.

For the first time, it clicked for her. The force lined up and she was able to weild it to get this boy, and carry him to saftey.

Before she knew it, the was in her arms and she was gluing up back onto the platform.

She ran him to the closest med wing. Feeling him shiver and curl against her.

She jumped levels useing the force, leaving the other boys to follow.

It was the first time she was able to weild the force properly, and the first time meeting the bad batch.

The second time she met them was during the invasion of kamino, where vera came across them fighting off the droids.

She led them to where fives, echo, rex and cody were barricaded with the cadets, and started to instruct them.

She was the one who first handed the grey haired boy a long range weapon, and told him to stay by echo and fives up in position.

He took shot after shot after shot.

Perfectly lined up.

Vera couldnt help but remark that he wasnt letting any droid escape his crosshairs.

He called himself crosshair from that day forward.

Vera would later on become a spy for the republic, taking on missions in the deepest of enemy territory.

Her biggest mission?

Spy on count dooku himself from within his own home. She did that for 3 years.

Her lightsaber Crystal's came from inside his vault. She stole them before abandoning her mission.

Her Crystal's were special. They absorbed light and energy, of which she had plenty.

During this time she also took on a padawan.

Bode akuna had list his master to the war and needed someone to complete his training. Vera volunteered. Completing his force training, as well as showing her some of her own tricks. Espionage, intelligence, infiltration, and force abilities that she had mastered over the years.

Bode was a quick learner and within an year and a half, had graduated to knighthood.

Because of this, vera was given the rank of master.

It also tore a divide between her and anakin. Anakin wanted to be a master but couldnt due to his padawan never having graduated to knighthood. Yet vera could come in last minute and take the title?

It was a fact he was bitter about.

And then to rub salt in the wound she was given a spot on the council, which she refused.

Around this time she had been growing close to another jedi, Nazra Ra'shii.

They had known eachother a long time, and decided once the war was over, they would leave the temple together.

That's why vera turned down a spot on the council. She didnt intend to stay.

And that's when the war ended early. When the clone family AU starts.

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MORE DISCORD SHENANIGANS!!! My friends and I had a lil bit of a freakout about the idea of Crosshair and an OC in a modern au getting brought together by Crosshair’s three dogs: Wrecker, Tech and Hunter! It was such a cute idea that I had to make some art.

(We decided that Hunter was a German Shepherd, but I love dobies and I couldn’t help myself. Maybe I’ll make a shepherd Hunter later)

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man really said ‘i’ve developed an immunity to iocane powder’

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when your bro asks you to look and see if it really looks “that bad”

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Its currently freezing where I live, and in an effort to save electricity I am limiting the use of my heater in favor for using more blankets and hot water bottles and it just makes me think of yan clones who would love nothing more than to snuggle up under the covers and keep their darlings warm.

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More Imperial!Tech because I am Unwell and I think hes neat :D “Come now Pet, be still, we would not want me to miss now would we~?”

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Hey have you ever thought of writing a part two to willow and windchimes? I love the story and your creativity with the au and was just wondering.

Good question.

Okay, so heres the thing.

Unfortunately I flew a little too close to the sun when I started writing. I did too much, didnt pace myself and burnt myself out. So writings been agonizingly slow lately, between life and trying to get over the burn out. I have no idea when I'm gonna be able to update.

However, I may have thought about including their characters in other stories by mentioning them and cameos.

But I hadnt had a dedicated sequel in mind.

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Temuera Morrison as Dr. Hone Ropata in Shortland Street 1.01

please do not repost my gifs, reblog to share :)

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Yan Clones.

i should be naked with my lover not whatever this is

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Can I just be random and post a snippet of an idea for the end of the Yandere clone family au?

Spoilers for the idea ahead, it’s just too good to loose. The clone family au is in no way over yet, I simply needed to write it down while it was fresh.

Very rough… more of an idea than anything else, but enjoy.

Bode stood before Vera, watching out for any clones as the Jedi and civilians evacuated the shaking city.

“Go? What do you mean go?”

Vera looked at him sternly.

“I mean, leave. I will buy you time, lure the alphas back into the city. Their death will cripple their leadership for a while…give you a chance to find a new, safe home. For all of them.”

Bode shook his head. A frown creasing his handsome features as his eyes watered, refusing to beleive what he was hearing.

“No… that’s not the plan… that CANT be the plan! You, I… THEY need you!”

Vera smiled. A sad, gentle smile. Her eyes shone with affection and empathy.

“Bode. You made a VERY big mistake in the past. It’s time you fixed it. They need you more than you need me. Now go. That’s an order”

Bode shook his head, looking from the last of the evacuees back to Vera, who was already turning away. Turning from him, walking into her certain doom.

“No…NO! MASTER, VERA! There has to be another way!”

Vera paused, half turning to him.

“You’ll be alright bode.”

Bode then felt a giant, invisible hand gently pick him up and take him to the last drop ship left docked on the platform.

Bodes last veiw of his master, of his sister, was of her holding a hand out to him, her fist closed, before she dropped it and he felt that hold on him disappear too late to do anything, as the dropship doors were closing.

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Vera sighed as she watched the drop ship take off into the atmosphere.

Without any real need to hurry, she wandered back into the increasingly unstable city.

Despite the main supports for Tipoca being sabotaged and the cities shaking, she navigated it easily. Her home was familier. She knew it no matter what state it was in. Finally, she had reached her destination. The alpha clones barracks.

These barracks were given a spot of honour, above the waterline and on the edge of the city, in a location close to the bad batches barracks. She had been here often enough. Now, she knew she’d never leave them.

Vera picked a spot on the floor. Centre of the window, overlooking the ceaselessly rough ocean.

She kneeled, and focused.

Meditating had never been a strong suit of hers, but today it came easily. Perhaps she was too numb to feel any distraction. Or perhaps she was too focused on her task.

She reached out into the force, into the super highway of force signatures, wrapping around eachother like high tensile cables.

Everything on this planet had its own force signature. The water, the animals, the fish… all of it part of a delicate balance, all of it visible to her in the force.

What Vera was after though, was no small fish, but the very life of the ocean itself.

It was the main force thread… the largest and wildest part of this planets ecosystem.

Reaching out into the force, she tugged at it… unwound the threads that made up its signature, and wrapping them around her like she was the oceans puppet master.

Pull the thread, pull the ocean.

Taking a deep breath, Vera started to pull, encouraging the threads of the oceans force signature up.

Up and up and up…. It took a while, but eventually the ocean covered kamino like a blanket, like it did so long ago….

Coming out of her meditative trance, Vera looked out of the window and saw the giant wall of water that now weighed heavy on her shoulders, mind and soul.

The city crumbled and shook around her. The muted roar of the wild ocean outside reached her ears but still she felt no fear. Only regret and awe at the life around her.

How had she missed it all these years? Shed lived, trained and bleed in this city but never once did she take the time to stop... feel its life.

Not till now. Not till the very end.

It was... beautiful. In a sorrowful way.

No. She was not afraid. She was remorseful.

What could have once been a beautiful co-existence was now destroyed. What she might have once had with the alphas was gone as she felt them draw closer and closer to their doom.

She felt no fear.

Only mourned.

Mourned the life she would never have. The life she will soon steal from her oldest and dearest friends.

She felt them approach,

Alpha and Fordo were always so vibrant..so sharp in the force…. Bright like fire, sharp like pointed ice. She’d know them anywhere so it did not shock her when the doors to the barracks opened and they both stumbled in.

“Vera…” Fordo breathed, having long since abandoned his helmet.

Vera did not look at them. She just kept staring out the window.

“You should have evacuated with the rest of the clones….”

“You knew we’d come” alpha 17 stated. It was not a question. He didn’t ask questions.

Vera slowly stood up. Careful to keep the wave over kamino from falling. Not yet. She wasn’t ready yet.

“I did…. I’d hoped you wouldn’t….”

Fordo took a step forward. He was always the more…. Gentle, of the two. If that’s what you could call it.

“Vera. It’s not too late… we can fix this!”

Vera looked at him sadly. He was as handsome as ever. Both of them were.

“I’m sorry… but it’s over, for all of us”

The alphas then noticed what was outside the window. A giant wall of water set to consume the city and them in it,

Alpha snapped to action, running for Vera, but it was too late.

He could only shout out ‘Vera no!’ Before the Jedi dropped the wave, causing the city to crumble and fall into the ocean.

The three felt the room lurch and drop as millions of tonnes of water descended onto it, forcing the room under and into the ocean.

Vera blacked out, having hit her head in a bunk, the last thing she saw before things got too fuzzy was a flash of red and blue. She felt two sets of strong arms encase her as they slowly fell.

When she came back too it was dark.

There was no light save that of a small torch that was currently being held by alpha 17 as he inspected the walls and window.

The window was cracked, spider webs forming in it as the pressure of the water bore down against it. The walls were crumbling as well. Water was leaking into the room.

Vera still was not afraid.

She groaned a bit from moving and heard footsteps in the water. One of the alphas making their way towards her.

She felt large, rough hands grab her shoulders.

“Vera, can you hear me?” It demanded.

Fordo.

“Yeah Fordo, I can hear you.” Vera muttered.

“Good… these walls and window won’t last forever.”

Alpha 17.

“I’m sorry…. It had to be done.”

Vera sat up. She realised she was on one of the bunks, and she shuffle back so she could lean against the wall. She felt the paper thin matress dip as one of the two clones pulled themselves up to sit beside her, and she leaned against him.

Despising his use of armor in this situation, Vera grabbed his arm and started to remove it.

“What are you doing?” Alpha 17 muttered.

He didn’t attempt to stop Vera removing his armor.

“It’s cold… and I don’t want you to wear all this… not now. I wanna feel you… not the armor.

“We wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t sunk us” Alpha grumbled.

From his tone Vera would have guessed this was a mere inconvenience to him. Like he’d gotten a speeder stuck, instead of being trapped and facing their deaths.

“I’d hoped you wouldn’t have followed me.” Vera said, finally happy to be resting against the warmth of his bulky arm, the thin blacks still wet from the water that was creeping into the room, reaching their toes.

“But… why? Why bring us into the city… why not just… leave with the others?” Fordo asked. There was no anger in his voice. Just confusion.

And that hurt Vera more than she’d care to admit.

“I… needed to give them a chance, not just to escape, but to live. To do that..l you had to be removed from the picture.”

There was silence for a few heartbeats then Fordo spoke, solemnly.

“Do you want to kill us, Vera?”

Vera’s eyes watered.

“No… not anymore. I… there was no other way… I’m sorry it came to this.”

Another few beats passed.

“You know… I never gave much thought to my death… but when I did spare it a moment, I always saw you with me” alpha chuckled mirthlessly.

“You must hate me for this…” Vera said quietly.

“Don’t do that. You know it’s not true… don’t waste what little time we have left.” Alpha barked.

Vera glared into the dark, but didn’t let go of his arm, taking Fordo’s hand when she felt it feel around in the darkness for her.

“What would you have me say then? That I’m sorry, that I wish I didn’t have to bring the city down on all three of us? Well then yes. I do think that.

But you know what, I don’t care.

I don’t care because I’m doing right by my people, by the galaxy.

It needs me to die far more than it needs me alive.”

The two alphas said nothing at veras outburst. But she felt fordos hand squeeze hers tighter.

“You know….this kind of reminds me how we first met… all those years ago… the deepest and darkest part of kamino” alpha stated.

“Minus the unrelenting rising waters…” Fordo added, noting how the level of water had now almost reached their knees.

“Yeah… you could stop it, you know? It’s not too late, we could bullshit our way outta this… like old times.”

Vera nuzzled into alphas arm.

“I could… but I won’t. I’m sorry. This isn’t about you, or me….”

Alpha sighed and leaned back against the wall, pulling Vera closer into his side, Fordo shuffling over to trap her between them.

He couldn’t be mad. Not really. How many men had he sacrificed during the war for the greater good? This was what they did. They died for the greater good. And she was dying with them.

He never really beleived what the other clones did, about the galaxy being too dangerous. He merely saw an opportunity and went with it… now they payed the price.

He wasn’t mad. He’d known Vera would strike sooner or later. He just… wished they didn’t have to go out like this.

“Is there… something else, after this?” Fordo asked quietly. A question he’d always pondered, but never asked out loud.

Vera paused for a moment.

“I… don’t remember much… from that time… but I do remember, peace, no fear, before I was resuscitated. Whatever’s going to happen next…. It’s nothing to be afraid of”

The water was now at their waists.

“I have my sabers…. I could make this quick… save us the pain of drowning….”

Vera took out one of her sabers and ignited it, the black blade doing nothing to illuminate the room, and you could only tell where the blade was by the white lines that glitched in and out of it.

Alpha gently pushed her arm down.

“I will not die like that… and leave you to suffer…. If you drown, I will too.

Vera blinked, desperately trying to keep her voice from shaking.

“Always so loyal…. You don’t owe me a thing, alpha. You don’t owe me your dedication.”

Alpha snorted

“And people say I’m dense. Fordo and I…we always knew you’d be the death of us. Have known for a long time. We aren’t staying because we owe you, we stay because we would rather suffer an agonising death than be without you.”

Vera squeezed her eyes shut, a tear rolling down her cheek and dropping silently into the water, which was now at their waists.

“I’ll try to make it painless…. Put us all in a trance, send our minds far away so we can’t feel anything….”

Fordo leaned down and kissed the top of Vera’s head.

“Together.” He asked.

Vera nodded.

“Yeah… I’ll send us to the same place…”

Alpha nudged her.

“Lead the way, general.”

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