#clone trooper rex

[noirrart]

Hi

Love how you draw clones!!

May I please request Wolffe and Rex trying to do something fun since they unexpectedly got some time off. Like going for ice cream, or playing beach volleyball, or anything really! Thank you 💕

Drawing this reminded me of that beach scene in Top Gun: Maverick HAHAHA. I'd say Rex and Wolffe would definitely make a varsity team if they really wanted to 🔥. I used this as practice for drawing detailed backgrounds as well. Thank you for the request, Leah!!<3 Omg, first time drawing shirtless copy-paste men??? 🤯

[artfixations]

Roger Roger…

Drawing in the 2003 art style continued!

[collophora]

First week at the 501st for Echo: surviving Rex's warm up

[leenathegreengirl]

Oh Captain, Our Captain…

I wonder who has him looking so soft? 👀💜💕

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[toastyrobos]

Captain Rex is finally finished! ✨✨

More sketches to come eventually. Don’t worry.

[phresya]

He IS a generation one

I’m sure this has been done before but I saw that picture of the Rex Lego statue and could just not draw this, also, it’s always great to draw Rex

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[suck-a-egg]

Echo: Here's Jesse sleeping during a mission. And here's Fives drawing on Jesse’ face as he sleeps during a mission.

Rex: Very mature.

Echo: We try.

[jaigeyez]

Me: I swear don’t have a favourite main Clone

Also me:

[keeradaks]

Captain Rex, because I don't draw him enough!

[hira492]

Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum

I’m still alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal

[momojedi]

Could I have #88 and #97 with Captain Rex, pretty please...??

JUST MARRIED PAIRING: Captain Rex x GN! Reader

#88 | “Don’t panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married…” #97 | “I want you and I know you want me too.”

GENRE: Fluff WARNING: none A/N: Since I got prompted #88 by an anon who asked for no one in particular, I mixed up your request with theirs. Thanks for requesting!

MASTERLIST | MOMOJEDI'S 300 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION

"Mhi solus tome,

Mhi solus dar’tome.

Mhi me’dinui an,

Mhi ba’juri verde."

Intense concentration furrows my brow as I massage my temples, striving to translate the unfamiliar words. "For fuck's sake," I mutter, frustration punctuating each syllable as I kick a nearby pebble with surprising strength, eliciting a muffled groan and the metallic clang of beskar as it ricochets off a distant helmet.

Two weeks may not seem long, especially when operating undercover among a terrorist faction whilst the galaxy is engulfed in war. It would probably be advisable to keep a cool head and avoid making a big deal out of insignificant subjects—such as unfamiliar phrases. However, when those words escape the lips of your longtime crush, delivered with an unexpected fervor while locking passionate eyes with you in a language foreign to your ears...

Well, needless to say, I've devoted more time to overthinking it than I care to admit.

When General Skywalker tasked us with shadowing Death Watch until the Jedi Council reached more intel, I hadn't given it much thought... admittedly, he hadn't specified that by "us" he didn't mean Ahsoka and me, as usual, but rather the captain of the 501st and myself—the very someone I've harboured feelings for since the day we met.

Nevertheless, I maintained my composure, played my part, and stayed under the radar, much like Rex, until Death Watch proposed an elaborate ceremony—a ceremony whose name I could barely pronounce, let alone understand its significance. Before any suspicion could arise, Rex quickly agreed in my place, and now here I am, entangled in some eerie ritual with a military captain whose gaze seemed entranced, so intense was his focus.

"If I had my datapad right now...," I hiss under my breath, casting blame on whoever decided I should leave my sole translation device behind. Likely Skywalker.

The crunch of gravel under heavy boots interrupts my daydreaming. I spin around sharply, only to find the very man haunting my mind approaching. "I figured I'd find you here," Rex hums as he settles beside me. "Yeah," I reply with a dry laugh, brushing the dust off my hands. "Sorry, I suppose I just needed... alone time. After everything yesterday, you know?" Rex's eyes widen almost comically, and he sheepishly scratches the back of his neck. "Oh... yeah."

The ensuing silence gnaws at my nerves, prompting me to pop the question after another agonising five minutes. "Hey, about that... what did those words mean, anyway?" "I'm not sure what you're referring to," Rex responds, avoiding my gaze. I gulp. He can't have forgotten, can he? "Come on, Rex... It seemed significant." After a moment's hesitation, Rex sighs, running a hand over his buzzcut before raising his head to face me, though still evading it. "I..." "Yes?" "Alright, fine. [Name], don't panic, but... we might have accidentally... gotten married."

...

"WHAT?"

"Shh!" Rex quiets me with a gentle hand over my mouth, his eyes darting cautiously around us before he releases me. I shake my head slowly, puzzled. "Sorry, but what?" "The, um, the words... they were Mandalorian wedding vows," he admits, his tone tinged with uncertainty. I can't help but laugh. Married? Us? "You're joking." "Unfortunately not," he replies, a slight smile tugging at his lips, before his expression shifts to sheepishness as he rubs the back of his neck. "Though I do believe you'd make an excellent partner." Suppressing a chuckle, I ignore the warmth creeping into my cheeks.

"Actually, I realized we needed a distraction when I overheard some members gossiping behind our backs. They were growing suspicious, so I thought perhaps they'd relax if we participated in some traditions." Rex sighs, examining a pebble he's picked up. I shoot him a hopeful sidelong glance before quickly looking away, feeling my heart quicken.

Force, this man is captivating.

Silence envelops us once more as we both drift deeper into our own thoughts. When I sense the gravel shifting under his weight, I raise an eyebrow. "It wouldn't bother me, you know?" A lump forms in my throat, causing a series of coughs to escape at his words. "Wh-what?" "Being with you." Suddenly, his warm yet weighty hand finds mine. Sweat prickles at my heated skin as I keep my gaze fixed ahead.

"R-rex, are you suggesting...?" "[Name]," he interrupts, turning to face me. Before I can evade his gaze, he gently lifts my chin, compelling me to meet his eyes. I run my tongue over my dry lips, which his gaze is now fixated on. "I want you. And I know you want me, too." His proximity sends shivers down my spine as goosebumps ripple over my arms and back. His newfound confidence is palpable. "I've noticed the way you look at me, how you stare. I know, [name]," he murmurs against my lips, "what do you think?"

I flush, gripping his wrist as I lock eyes with his warm gaze. "I think you're right." Rex chuckles deeply, resonating like a rumble in his chest. "Good." And before I realize it, his lips meet mine,

Time seems to slip away as I surrender completely to the kiss. Eventually, Rex pulls back, leaving me breathless, and flashes me a mischievous grin.

“So, about that wedding night…”

[disastercyborgecho]

Pin-Up Clones

These were drawn for a friend's Christmas present (their favorite clones), but they don't have a Tumblr so I can post these here before I give it to them >:)

[chica-dee-dee]

Got caught :/

Original photo:

[leenathegreengirl]

Do that again…

With incredible speed, his good arm snatched her waist, collecting the doctor into his arms. Her eyes only widening at the action but before she could further question his strange behavior, the woman soon found his lips smothering her own in a passionate embrace. It was the kind of kiss that screamed, “To hell with the consequences.” The kind of kiss little girls dream about, the one a hero claims at the end of a fairytale from the maiden he’s saved. But in the wake of the shock, she had no time to react before he pulled away, a hint of regret flickering across his features.

“I’m so sorry —”

“Do that again,” she commanded, her gaze locked on his lips as she tilted her head toward him. Her hands glided up and around the back of his neck, reclaiming the connection he'd nearly lost in his anxiety. For Rex, her words were electrifying. With renewed confidence, he leaned in, surrendering to her embrace once more, emboldened by her invitation.

Rex soon discovered how much more incredible a kiss shared with someone you admired could be. Those plush and inviting lips of hers were much more enjoyable when he felt them pressed against his own, especially when she was sliding her slender fingers up and down the back of his neck and over his hair. Her body pressing into his own as he pulled her closer the best he could, his back leaning into the door frame for support as the quest to get as tightly wound together began. 

Excerpt from “Do I want to Know” by @legacygirlingreen

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[noperopesaredope]

I've recently realized that I have a really hard time reading fics where characters like Ahsoka and the clones learn about Obi-Wan or Anakin's childhood angst, and all the other characters will be like, "aww, they had such a sad childhood :(" and feel bad for them. Because all I can think about half the time when they say that is "bitch, ain't that you???"

Like, I feel like I remember seeing a fic or comic with de-aged Obi-Wan where he implied he fought in a war as a teenager and everyone else feels bad for him, and I couldn't even fully feel anything in the moment because all I thought was, "mfs, Ahsoka is literally right there-"

I honestly won't even blame her if her reaction was just neutral or "yeah? And???" just because she probably doesn't fully realize how messed up her own situation is, or that of all the other padawans her age. Also, why would all these guys feel so bad when they already know a ton of other character currently in that situation and don't have that same type of attitude??? I think it just feels like ignoring the giant elephant in the room.

And then sometimes I'll read a fic or two with Anakin slavery angst but he's venting about it to the clones, who were specifically created for the sake of being slaves and are still very much currently enslaved. Or it at least brushes past the fact despite the fic having clones very much in it.

Honestly, the Zygerria Arc ended up pissing me off for the sole fact that Rex was there. Like I feel bad for Anakin and his trauma and issues, but also are we really gonna ignore the fact that Rex has always been a slave and his entire people are already in this exact situation, with the only difference being that most of them aren't actively being directly abused? And we're ignoring all that right after the "Clones Being Dehumanized and Treated as Objects" Arc? The arc where the clones basically realize "hey I think we might me slaves"? That arc?

If he weren't there, I wouldn't have cared as much. But the fact that everyone is going through slavery-related trauma and Rex, the resident already-enslaved-and-always-have-been guy, is completely ignored by the narrative makes me not care as much about the others' issues because we are completely glossing over the guy who will go right back to being enslaved even after the mission is over.

I don't know why the whole thing annoys me. I think it just gives me the same vibes as someone venting to their friend about their abusive childhood, but said friend not only also had an abusive childhood, but is currently experiencing domestic violence, and that's not even mentioned in the conversation at any point in time.

Does this make sense to anyone else? Am I just crazy? Or does anyone else sort of feel this way/understand what I'm talking about?

[third-generation-female-warrior]

While lounging on the beach of Pabu, enjoying the sun and listening to an underground Rebel News Frequency, Hunter hears that a "courageous blond pilot blew up an Imperial space station/super weapon, making an impossible shot after disabling the targeting system of their x-wing."

And, upon hearing this news, he calmly goes to the nearest long-range comm relay, gets in touch with Rex, where the following conversation happens:

Hunter: SHE DID WHAT?!?!?!

Rex: What? Who?

Hunter: I KNOW OMEGA BLEW UP THAT SPACE STATION! I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU'D KEEP AN EYE ON HER!

Rex: OH! Oh, no, that wasn't Omega, nor did she have anything to do with it. Yeah, I was shocked too, until I learned that the pilot's name was Skywalker- yeah, that Skywalker. My General's son- yeah, no, crazy, you knew about the secret wife, too, right? Yeah, small galaxy, but it wasn't Omega. No, she was hijacking an Imperial freighter on the other side of the galaxy. Of course, she still blew up a shipping depot while doing it, but she didn't blow up the Death Star, totally different mission.