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I take back Dogma, this man is insane and jealous as hell. Frollo levels of repression and a superiority complex will make a man a monster.

Do you think any of the clones would be sweet and docile yans?

I do! Though I do believe they all have their darker sides and would do worse for their darlings, here's a few canon clones!

- Dogma

- Fi

- Atin

- Fixer

- Waxer

- Clanky

- Crys

- Darman

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Yandere cx troopers...

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Staring problem

(Yandere! Clone trooper x reader)

Warnings: creepy behavior, staring, stalking, religious mentions, unstable monologing, ooc? Maybe

Your eyes opened slowly, as they usually did around this time. Looking over at the clock that dimly lit up a corner of the barracks, you took note of the hour, 0300.

As usual.

It wasn't hard to tell why your sleep was in a cycle of constant disruption, seeing as your body was keenly aware of the fact that you were being watched.

It seemed that since you had been moved to the battalion, you'd had eyes on you. In the mess, walking the halls, in the field. Especially on leave, the men acted as if they'd never witnessed a skirt before when you wearing your civvies.

The most obvious perpetrator, though, was your bunk mate. Gearshift, was it?

Every night since you had unpacked your things in their barracks, you had noticed. As soon as the lights turned out, the shape of his head would peek over the side of his bunk, eyes almost unblinking as they shined in the dark.

You glanced up. Sure enough, he was looking down at you again. Though, something was different this time; his strange, unblinking stare absent.

Was he…?

You sat up, tilting your head to see him better. He didn't react.

Ah, he was.

He was snoring lightly, eyes closed as his head leaned against the side of his cot. It seemed he had fallen asleep staring down at you.

Strange as ever, but you couldn't help feeling a bit bad for the guy. He was obviously socially awkward, completely unused to civilians being in his space. While the staring was… creepy, you still found yourself moving to the ladder, lifting his head and pushing him lightly so he was resting on his back.

He half opened his eyes for a minute, making you freeze, but fell back asleep seconds later. Adjusting the blanket over him, you yawned.

At least tonight you could sleep without being watched for once.

As you settled back into your cot, you remained unaware of how he stared, wide eyed and heart beating erratically in his ears. Unable to suppress the wide grin that made itself known on his features, he flexed and unflexed his hands, the urge to move them... lower, clear in his mind.

He knew you had liked him back.

While you had technically never talked, he was overly aware of that little gestures you made towards him that you made towards all the others, the gentle looks, the sweet smiles, and now this little display? What a sweet little thing you were.

He couldn't help but sneak a peek over the side of the cot once more. Why stop himself? Shift never indulged himself, except in this. He just adored watching you sleep, adored watching you, adored you.

You were just so perfect, he couldn't believe his eyes when you had first walked into their barracks. You must have been a projection, a picture of angelic beauty from some sort of religious texts.

He certainly felt religious when close to you.

Your sleeping expressions delighted him to no end, peaceful or frowny, they would replay in his head whenever he needed comfort, solace from the daily horrors he was forced into.

You mumbled in your sleep, making him chuckle lightly as he moved to lay back down.

Cute little greenie, you didn't even know how far he was going to go to have you.

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Yandere Fi 🙌😔 save us yandere Fi

Because why can't he have the life he wants with the pretty civvie he met undercover on Coruscant???

That's. Not. Fair.

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Lamb in the wolf's den pt.1

Yandere! Dark! Commando squad x reader

SERIES WARNING: mentions of dead dove, do not eat content but nothing really happens to the reader, misogyny, mistrust at first, yandere themes, reader is kind of a sacrificial lamb, reader is sort of clueless

A/N: happy valentines day, hope you like this one! Lmk if you want to see more! :3

Reaching the training center was one thing, bringing yourself to enter was another. You could feel eyes on you as soon as you took a step past the threshold, as if they could smell your inexperience and your inferior rank.

Maybe it was the way you carried yourself, you thought idly, you should really work on that.

You only noticed how you'd begun to zone out as your two guides came to a halt in front of you, making you nearly fall into the commander.

He looked back down at you, expression unreadable under his helmet, and you gave an apologetic smile.

“The unit should be returning from their training soon. You will meet them here.” the scientist clasped her hands, turning slowly back to you.

“Meet them- you mean you're not staying?” Your eyes widened, hands coming to pick at the hem of your uniform jacket,“To introduce us- I mean.”

The kaminoan looked almost surprised for a moment before saying, “They have been made aware of this arrangement previously, and we have had the most success introducing new factors without a scientist present.”

You turned to the trooper, who sounded sheepish at your pinched expression, “We're expecting a new bounty hunter soon, ‘need to be there to meet him.”

You could only nod vacantly as they turned and left back the way you came, trying to steel yourself for whatever was coming.

After a few minutes of standing around awkwardly and trying not to notice how much bigger the commandos around you were compared to your regular trooper friends, you decided to sit on one of the benches that surrounded the training unit.

Maybe it would be fine! As long as you were respectful and stayed out of their way, maybe you had nothing to worry about, and-

“Yer in my spot.”

You looked up dumbly, having not noticed the group of troopers that had come to stand in front of the bench, blocking the blinding lights of the training arena and casting a shadow over you.

After taking a moment to process what he'd said, you shot up, “Oh- sorry!”

The commando who spoke glared down at you, “Oh, you're sorry? Well, let me tell you something, princess,”

He backed you so you were nearly falling over the bench, “Sorry won't get you very far here. You've got to be right the first time.”

“Or know how to fight your way out of it.”

You didn't know what he expected you to do, but you just stood there, stock still and heart going a mile per minute.

His eyes only flicked to the brother beside him for a moment, but that was all it took for the group to burst out in raucous laughter.

The commandos in front of you were nearly doubled over with how funny they apparently found this, making you blink at the sudden mood change.

You didn't dare utter even an awkward chuckle, unsure of the group's temperament.

“Oh, she's too cute, I can't stand it!” One wheezed out, making you flush at his condescending tone.

You let out an embarrassing noise as the trooper who had previously been giving you new cardiovascular issues slung an arm around your shoulders, “See, lads? I told you this could be fun!”

He released you, coming to stand in front of you once more with the rest of his squad.

“Name's Jac, i'm the sergeant of this squad. You'll be the camp aide, hm?”

You nodded, still unsure, but tried for a smile, “Yes, I'll be helping your squad-”

“Helping straighten us out? Yeah, we heard.” one with a unique blotchy scar across his neck and jaw piped up, still half smiling, but narrowing his eyes.

“Though, I don't see how someone like you could fill that position.” another chimed in.

You took note; defensive and distrustful. You could work with that, “Hey, I don't want to bother you any more than you want me to, I'll do my best not to get in your way.”

The group regarded you for a moment before glancing at each other, seeming in silent communication before their defacto leader smiled again.

He gestured to his brothers, “Well, it's about time we got introductions out of the way.”

Jac began pointing, one brother at a time, it was a little harder to differentiate due to them all having regulation haircuts, but you found ways.

One with particularly light brown eyes, “Dax, our dems expert.”

One who had a colder, calculated element to his gaze,

“Rift, our tech expert.”

The brother with the scar who had spoken up earlier,

“and Clutch, our sniper.”

You smiled genuinely, nodding to them, “Nice to meet you! My name's (Y/n)!”

They stared at you like you had just started walking on all fours backwards, as if that wasn't the reaction you were supposed to give.

After a moment of silence, you spoke up, “Everything… okay?”

Seeming to finally snap out of it, Jac put on another easy smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes, “Sorry about that, princess, I guess we just aren't used to civvies being quite so… receptive to us.”

“Oh, I'm sorry.” You furrowed your brows, it didn't quite explain why they were abrasive to their own kin, but you could definitely understand why they didn't trust civilians.

“Well, we should get back to the barracks. Need some rest before we ship out again, you know?”

You nodded quickly, “Of course!”

They began to walk away, but stopped, looking back, the one you recognized as Dax calling, “You coming?”

You raised your eyebrows, trying not to look too surprised at the invitation before scurrying after them.

…

Jac smiled at his brothers as they walked, who gave him a smile back.

Maybe this would be fun.

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More clone ideas (Ik yall are sick of me doing these instead of actually writing but SIT DOWNNN IM WORKING ON IT 😭🫶)

Clone antiharem where you're dating one of the troopers of a company, but the rest don't think you're good enough for him and pressure you to break things off, filling your head with doubts and self-hatred. So, you do, completely convinced now that you just aren't enough for him, that he deserves so much better.

He's absolutely crushed, the man looked at you like you had hung the stars and moon in the sky and can't piece together why you would want to end things. He begs and pleads; he can change! He can do whatever you need just please don't do this! But it only makes you feel worse and you isolate yourself completely.

Eventually the company feels bad enough watching their brother become so vacant and moping around, to where they go to check up on you to make sure you're still alive at least. You're not doing so hot, so they make at least kind of an effort to get you back on your feet, trying to mend what they broke.

In the process, multiple slowburn romances form, though mostly one sided bc you still think they secretly hate you and just feel bad. Eventually, one let's it slip and my guy finds out what they did. He goes APE. SHIT.

They took the love of his life from him, and now they LOVE HER?! Forget defecting, he's going to KILL THEM!!!

He couldn't care less that they've been helping you, that should be HIM. Of course, he'll start coming over too after being talked down enough, but he'll be making snide comments and keeping you away from them as much as he can.

A lot of tension and resentment on both sides, even if one is apologetic. The only thing that really brings them together is the conviction to keep you safe, cared for, and theirs.

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Would y'all like some Republic Commando (Boss) content

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SELFSHIPPERS PLEASE REBLOG THIS POST WITH YOUR FAVORITE GIF OR PICTURE OR CLIP OF YOUR F/O!! OR YOUR FAVORITE PIECE OF MERCH WHETHER YOU OWN IT OR NOT!! ANY FAVORITES!!

i want to see all of your beloveds!!!

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shoutout to selfshippers w no self-inserts . im talking its just you in the flesh in that universe . no slightly related backstory that can be related to media or canonical additions no nothing . it's just you with your f/o . Yes you are . I remember you being in that one episode . You were my favorite .

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TW: mentions of pregnancy, gentle gaslighting, and injuries

A darling that acts as something of a Bermuda triangle for clones/clone pilots.

You can't even remember when the first republic starship came crashing into your late mother's rose bushes, you could only attest to how it had only escalated since.

Of course you had taken him in, it was the right thing to do! Maybe it was when you had befriended him that you took it too far; he had begun following you closer than was necessary around the house, despite your protests that he needed to be resting his leg (which had broken pretty badly in the wreck), taken it upon himself to stop you from doing any strenuous tasks yourself, and was overall much too spritely for someone who was forced to be completely reliant on a stranger in the middle of nowhere due to a major injury.

Not that you, yourself hadn't also gotten attached. When the rescue team of his brothers finally came for him, you had to stop yourself from shutting yourself in your room and sobbing under your quilts. Even so, you had invited them to stay for the night, since the weather wasn't optimal for retreating back into the atmosphere at the time, before they shipped back out in the morning.

They accepted almost eagerly, and you were happy to find that they were just as gentlemanly as their brother; helping you prepare dinner, pulling out your chair for you, even assisting with the dishes!

As nice as this all was, you had had worried eyes on your first friend, who had seemed to be tense and strangely irritable since the team had arrived, all night, worried about how returning to war would even affect him now.

You supposed this distraction could be a part of what had led you to absent-mindedly spouting off your whole story to the group when they asked without realizing it while around the small bonfire they had set up; how the death of your parents, who never really gave you a second glance, had left the property to you, how you never really saw anyone but traders who seemed all to eager to take advantage of that fact, and how you had enjoyed having someone around to talk with and share each other's company. By the time you were finished, you were startled to look up and find them looking at you like a porg with an injured wing, concern etcched into their handsome features.

Even as you had snapped back to your senses and tried to play it off, backtracking and letting them know that you understood that they had a duty they needed to fulfill, saying that you would be fine when they left, you could sense that the air had shifted. While it was once a bit awkward but positive, it had shifted to something darker, something that made your skin crawl as you felt their gazes turn more thoughtful, as if considering something.

It was at that point you had excused yourself for the night, reminding them that if they needed anything to just give you a call, and hurried back into your cottage. As you tugged the covers over your now violently crying form, you had cursed yourself for your loose tongue, for making things uncomfortable when they were just trying to do their job, for being such a child about the whole situation.

By the time morning came, your eyes itched and your throat was a bit sore from whimpering and sobbing into your pillow. (You really hoped they hadn't somehow heard that)

You, admittedly, moped out of bed, not really putting on anything over your nightgown. Why cover yourself when your guests had most likely shipped out by now?

Groggy, you had shuffled into the living room, eyes half closed when you heard low conversation, your eyes snapping open to reveal the lot of them.

Not only were they still here, they were cooking for you.

You didn't know how you hadn't smelled it before, but just from the aroma, you knew it would be at least decent.

After you had near sprinted back to your room to find a house coat to cover yourself with, you sat and ate with them. Listening to them talk about their woes with the GAR and feeling stomach-droppingly sorry until they told you, quite matter-of-factly, that they were staying here.

You nearly spit your food, eyes near bugging out of your skull at the proclamation. After a coughing fit and them rubbing your back for an uncomfortable amount of time, they explained how you filled them with a sense of purpose and renewed conviction, new softness, and didn't you say you needed more help around the land? They were really just taking you up on your offer! (You hadn't remembered offering that, but you took their word for it)

You had been hesitant but, shamefully, you hadn't needed much convincing. Not only were these handsome men offering to help you, they were offering companionship, something you felt so desperate for it made you sick. Even if they weren't interested in you in that way, you wouldn't mind finally having friends or even just getting to keep the one you had made already.

You had agreed, much to their elation, a few even coming in to pick you up into a bit of a crushing hug, but you would come to be used to such things.

The next few years went by in a blur, a happy blur, but fast nonetheless.

It would seem that your little plot on the planet had become a hotspot for a number of crashing republic aircraft and, much to the other's chagrin, you had needed to expand the house into something that could fit the newcomers as they recovered. All eventually opting to stay after getting to know you for even a few days.

(Little do you know, they plan to expand on the lodge even more, considering how more than a few of them plan to have a few adorable little you's running around in the near future.)

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Found this in my new book! Just going to leave that last bit here for y'all to think about hehe

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Ok first of all loved your Von hcs.

Second, if you feel comfortable answering, what if we take this one step further: How would Von feel if his cyare got pregnant and he was suddenly thrust into fatherhood?

(Clone Wars media is so wishy washy on the fertility issue but let's say it was a happy accident or he had a mutation that allowed for that.)

Omg omg omg!!

(From my understanding they tried to make the clones infertile, but it backfired and made that batch less aggressive?? Idk star wars logic lol)

My guy would be elated. Not only are you tied to him forever, but little combinations of the two of you running around?! He could faint from happiness.

Plus I hc that at least most clones have breeding kinks

If your not so into the idea, he will feel a bit bad, but he will beg and plead (not guilt!) You into keeping it. If you cannot be convinced, however, he will love you just as much as if you said yes, even if he is a bit let down.

If you do say yes or are into it, he would be so gentle with you during your pregnancy. Not quite able to hide how almost manicly joyous he is at both being able to take care of you and bringing new mini you's into the galaxy as well! (Not to say this was his plan all along, but this was his plan all along)

Watch him be almost the most protective he's ever been when you're pregnant, always having one hand on you whether you're in public or at home, nearly growling at anyone who gets too close. You're his, now everyone can see that.

He loves playing domestic with you, would definitely defect and move the two of you out to somewhere more peaceful and safe like Naboo with the help of his brothers.

He will be a wonderful father, he would be over the moon to have you bearing his children. He sees so much of you in them (I'm using plurals so much bc he would definitelywant to try for more), he can't help being extremely protective of them as well.

He would train them from a young age to defend themselves, and admittedly is a little pushy when it comes to them leaving the house when they turn at least 21. He can't help that he still wants you all to himself. He was always a bit sore when you'd have to spend time away from him caring for the younglings, so he tried to be as hands on as possible. A great father, but always the tiniest bit distant, not able to replicate the love he had for you completely.

Even so, the kids would love him and you, admittedly picking up some obsessive tendencies in their future relationships from watching their father. Not to mention being protective of their mother, which they also got from observing their father's behavior.

(Thank you sm for all the asks btw, you're the sweetest ever!!)

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First yandere clone edit (specifically Rex for this one)! Voice comes from the fakeyou software!

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A little edit I made, could be considered yandere content or not!

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Breaking up with a clone who you're in a secret relationship with because you can't be someone's secret anymore, to him being the loudest most obvious yandere when

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"This batch of clone commandos has turned out to be… problematic.”

You walked quickly beside the Kaminoan and clone commander, trying to keep up with their longer strides as they briefed you on why you had been summoned in the middle of your squad's leave.

The Arc trooper cut in, “What the doctor means to say is cruel. They're completely out of control behind closed doors.”

The kaminoan didn't acknowledge the commander, only saying in their off-puttingly soft voice, “Which is why we brought you in. We have seen how… well, you've gotten along with the clones both within your squad and out. We were hoping you would be able to smooth out a few quirks.”

You tried not to shudder at how the scientist referred to the clones like faulty lab equipment, only nodding slightly.

“I'm not sure I'll be able to do much, it's been all chance up to now that any of the men have liked or at least tolerated me.”

“Maybe so, but it has been a pattern, one we hope will continue with this experiment.” She hummed.

You only now realized, as the three of you rounded another corner in the maze of hallways, that you were heading towards a training center.

The commando training unit.

Your steps slowed. You had thought that you would at least have a day to prepare to meet these apparently hostile men, you weren't ready for this!

Noticing your hesitation, the Arc commander slowed down, letting the scientist get ahead a bit before saying softly, "Hey, it's okay. If it doesn't work out, you won't be forced to continue."

He said that, but even you could hear the doubt behind his gentle words. Still, you appreciated how kind the man was being despite not knowing you for more than a few days.

Breaking you from your thoughts, the Kaminoan's eerie soft voice rang out from down the hall, "Miss (l/n), we don't have all day."

You nodded finally, trying not to drag your feet as you all proceeded towards the unit.

A/N: Mean yandere clone commandos anyone? Idk this literally came to me in a dream and I thought why not? Might make this a series!

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Omg your MIND we are INTERLINKED FR!! I've been wanting to do a prison guard thing forever! I'll have to add that to my list!

Mini Fic: Jailbreak

Warnings: Drug ment, attempted murder, scifi slurs?, brief slavery allusion

You know what you never see content about? Those clones they had staffing max security prisons when Obiwan faked his own death and went undercover. We can argue all day long about which unpaid clone profession has it worse, but they really get the short end of the stick. They don't even get to go into battle, or defend Coruscant from bigger threats. Being a clone prison guard seems like the most thankless job a vod can have.

That's certainly what one clone, Gral, thinks as he basically babysits the scum and villainy of the galaxy all day long. Until a newcomer shows up. They're rough around the edges, but that's about as cordial as an inmate can be.

Word around the rec yard is, they came in for a nonviolent offense. Spice smuggling for the Pykes. Gral didn't think they really belonged here, but the Chancellor has promised to crack down on hard drugs, so here they were to be made an example of.

Hell, the newcomer didn't even act like most of the prisoners. They had apparently joined a gang, but it seemed to be a protective move. They didn't engage in violence when the opportunity presented itself, and they didn't even call any of the guards the usual slurs, like "meat droids" or "toy soldiers."

They seemed to just want to do their time and get the kriff out, which Gral appreciated whenever he was assigned to guard their cell.

So, when Cad Bane and his bounty hunter friends orchestrated a bloody prison break, the clones were, of course, the first ones to be targeted. A Zygerrian slaver decided to take his aggression out on Gral, and he nearly kills him. But the newcomer steps in and stuns the assailant with a blaster they definitely weren't supposed to have. However, Gral can't complain when they saved his life, and subsequently, the lives of his brothers, too.

When all is said and done, the newcomer stays behind. They know that if they'd left, they would have been rounded up eventually and given a longer sentence, anyway. And they now have the respect of several guards for helping them out.

The trauma of that day had caused Gral to bond with the prisoner in an *unorthodox* way. On monitor duty, he switches the feed to their cell, especially while they're asleep. He sneaks them the best food, even when they try to decline, and he inexplicably ends up guarding their cell more often.

And even when they're discharged, he'll find a way to keep an eye on them. Maybe even be with them for good.