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Meet dumb and dumber of the 501st
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Here's a drawing of the wonderful @orangez3st 's OC, Sho'cye, with Captain Rex. It's based off the absolutely GORGEOUS story she wrote, The Sweetness of Slumber. Please go give it a read; it's phenomenal!
Gorgeous!✨
For the 1k sketches, (which, congratulations! 🥳) now that you have done Echo, could I ask for Fives? 🥺 I think they got separated enough during canon; truly, their tragedy exists to haunt me. So could I request Fives? Maybe matching blue scarves with Echo? Please?
fives picked up knitting during his blaster shot recovery and is the one who actually made the matching scarves to begin with, bless him. Not quite 501st blue but it’s as close as he could get smuggled in. 🥹
So glad he’s healthy and happy and totally fine and still doing stupid shit with Echo 🩷
🤩✨ HI(GH) FIVES! 😻 Ooooh, look at that grin 😎 I love the artstyle and the glowing outlines! @lonewolflupe Luuuuupe 👀 it's FIVES!! 5555!! 🫶
A/N: Hey guys!!! I'm so sorry it's been so long :( a fucking LOT has happened in my life recently, I won't go into details but I will say that a friend of mine tried to ov3rd0s3, and it has not been easy :(
But!!! I do want to get back into writing for y'all, so please!!! Send requests, send asks, messages, anything and everything!!!! I love you all very much, and enjoy this fluff <3
Please, please, please request by the way, it's extremely helpful.
Oh, and as usual, no pronouns or the term 'y/n' mentioned.
(divider by @saradika-graphics)
Usually, you’d spend your nights staring out the window of your apartment at the cool colours of Coruscant night as people lived their lives, blissfully unaware of you watching. You’d spend them alone, wondering when you’d next see your friends, your family, and the man you loved.
But tonight, tonight, they were home.
The group of them, the two Jedi and the Padawan, their Captain and Commander, and several troopers, laughing and settling in your living room, on the beat up couch and torn carpet.
It was a sight to behold, rather cinematic with the light placing and the warm joy seeping from their presences, so happy to be home and not at war. So relaxed. So, content.
Across the room from where you were leaning on your kitchen counter, you can see Rex, the only person in the room without a wide grin and laughing. Instead, he’s got this soft smile on his face, a distant expression, and he’s staring straight at you.
You’re watching out of the corner of your eye, pretending not to have noticed, but it’s like an itch - knowing he’s watching. And so you shift your gaze, meeting his, and there’s just a small second where he’s still blissfully content watching you, and then his eyes widen and he sits back, face melting with realisation.
It’s then that he shifts his gaze, pretending to focus on Anakin - who is currently on some long-winded tangent - but he keeps moving to look back at you. It makes you smile, noting the way his face has flushed like it’s snowing, and the way he looks so sheepish.
From then on, throughout the night, the scenario repeats itself over and over. You’ll catch him staring, and he’ll flush and try to look as though he wasn’t, but it’s obvious with his big sheepish eyes and red face. And everytime, you’ll smile and giggle because he looks so adorably ridiculous.
The hours drag on, and eventually the others decide to part ways, but Rex is your best friend, and because of the war, you take every chance you can to be with him. Usually he stays overnight, and sleeps either on the couch or if it’s been a particularly long time since you’ve reunited, you’ll share the bed and talk all night.
As the others bid their goodbyes, and leave the two of you in your apartment, a slightly awkward silence settles between you as he shifts his weight from side to side and refuses to meet your gaze. He’s oddly shy tonight, more silent than usual. He’s not sad, just, contemplative.
He begins with your name, pausing before continuing, sighing lightly and shifting in place. And abruptly you’re nervous too, and you don’t know why or how, but you’re scared. You step forward, reaching out to comfort him.
He breathes in deeply, raising his gaze to examine your face. A soft expression of contentment with a smile fills his face, and his eyes trace your features. Suddenly, you’re self-conscious under his gaze, even though it’s gentle and warm.
His hand raises to cup your face, his thumb tracing your cheekbone and softly caressing your skin. His hand drifts to brush a piece of your hair behind your hair, and your breath hitches.
Neither of you speak anymore, because there’s an understanding behind every motion and movement that is met by both of you. After a minute, your lips brush his, and there’s the gentlest of kisses exchanged. And it’s good, it’s pleasant, it’s soft.
And Rex presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, and then you go to rest, both of you in your bed. And this time, you sleep. There’s no wistfully gazing out the window, no wondering if he ’s safe or okay. This time, he’s right by your side, where he should be. Safe.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed!!! Send requests please!!!
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I AM CURRENTLY IN THE MIDST OF DESIGING THE APPEARANCES OF SOME OF THE CHARACTERS
ANYWAYS, ONE OF THEM IS GOING TO HAVE HAIR SIMILIAR TO HUNTER'S.
so, ofc, im debating the way they manage it.
and i thought, i will give u guys the option.
im going to put the styles below the cut and the poll here, so go below the cut to see the styles.
"are you awake yet?" "no." "oh, okay sorry."
🤭 Captain Rex (OR ECHO, you pick) x Reader possibly?
THANK YOU I LUV U JAMIE HOPE YOURE DAY WAS AMAZING
A/N: Okay so I love this!!!! Sorry this is a little short tho! I hope you had an even better day!!!!!!!!! LOVE YA!!!!! Send requests please and enjoy!!!! Do me a favor people, and go vote on my new polls! Its very quick! Click here!!!
Rex rolled his shoulders back as he approached your apartment, sighing when the knob twisted in his hand. Unlocked, as always. Of course it worried him, many things about your apartment worried him. Like the windows that wouldn’t lock, the heater that seemed to spontaneously burst into flames every once in a while, and the hundreds of feet between your window and the ground - if you had to escape.
He entered the apartment and closed the door roughly - rolling his eyes at yet another thing to worry him; the door not closing easily. He called your name out quietly, glancing around. Your apartment was simple, cheap and messy. Papers were strewn all over the furniture and floor, and there even seemed to be reminders stuck to the ceiling above the couch.
Rex moved from the main room to your bedroom, sighing fondly when he spotted you, your figure hunched over your desk - eyes closed in sleep. He placed his helmet by the bed and moved to examine your sleeping state - double checking you had a good, steady pulse - before placing a soft kiss to the crown of your forehead and returning to the kitchen area.
He made a cup of caff and stood in the window, staring out at the lights of Coruscant. Rex’s pointer finger absent-mindedly traced the crack on the pane. Your living conditions would always worry him, even if you lived in the safest place in the galaxy. Now, he had reason to worry.
After spending a while sorting the assortment of papers covering your house and folding away the blankets, he returned to your room. “Are you awake yet?” He whispered softly, kneeling beside your chair.
“No,” you murmured bluntly and he chuckled, watching you stir slightly.
“Oh, okay sorry,” he replied lightly, moving to sit down on the bed. He picked up your holopad and was reading through an article when he was suddenly tackled. Rex looked down to see you with your face buried in his chest - now wearing civilian clothing.
He laughed softly, placing the holopad down and moving to massage your scalp comfortingly, earning a pleased hum from your lips. He was grateful that you were finally sleeping, as you rarely did with all your college work.
And so, Rex lay and held you until you fell asleep, him along with you not too long later.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed, send requests please!!!!!!!
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a/n: hey guys! you can blame @transmascanakin for this angst. i think. lyrics in this are from the song Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin, as usual, I recommend listening to it whilst reading!!!! anyways please send requests!!!!! im begging you, literally! please!
And I said hello Satan
Anakin walked through the Senate building quickly, a smile on his face. He’d visited Padme beforehand, not passing up the opportunity to see his beloved wife.
He shrugged his shoulders back as he entered the Chancellor’s office, greeting his father-figure with a smile. The white haired man offered him a smile in return, a smile that was laced with evil so sickening it went unnoticed.
It was sickeningly sweet, like poisoned candy. Anakin had never realised that the threads connecting him and Palpatine were not friendship and instead villainy.
He sat down to talk to the man, asking him why he’d been called with a worried look. Palpatine laughed and innocently asked if a man couldn’t want to see a friend. Anakin smiled, unaware of the candy his mind was being fed.
I believe it is time to go
Anakin stayed there for a while, talking happily with his trusted Chancellor. Every sentence exchanged was another string sewed to Anakin’s wrists, another string for the puppeteer to pull on.
For now, the strings were limp, but given the time were right, the Chancellor would pull the strings tight and control the boy, just like he had always planned.
Anakin eventually left, feeling better than he had upon arriving, but that was his mind talking. His mind, controlled by tainted candy.
Palpatine watched the door close with a smirk, absentmindedly counting the thousands of strings connected to the boy. They were tied to his fingers, Anakin at his every mercy.
Me and the devil walkin’ side by side
Anakin walked fast, making his way back to the Temple quickly.
He met Ahsoka in one of the training dojos, her two lightsabers sizzling with green. Anakin quickly activated his own weapon, standing with it in two hands in front of him.
Another time, the very same Togruta - although older - stood with her white sabres, none of the playfulness on her face. In front of her stood a monster more machine than man, a red lightsaber held in front of him.
The girl rushed to attack first, their lightsabers clashing with energy. Suddenly, it was the training room again as the apprentice dodged a slash from her Master and retaliated.
They were blue and green, later white and red. They were match for match, flickering with youth and playfulness one moment and the next, engulfed in passion. Passion, for different things, but passion nonetheless.
Me and the devil walking side by side
After Anakin trained with Ahsoka, Obi-Wan met him to train as well. They stood opposite each other, both in the same stance with their lightsaber held in front of them, two hands on the hilts.
Anakin struck first and just like that, Obi-Wan was holding his lightsaber up against a red one. The monster approached quickly, aiming fast and strong slashes at the older man.
A moment later and Anakin was back with his blue sabre and grin, the fight no longer fierce and heated and now playful.
They traded opposing blows, blue against blue. They were one of the same, two sides of a coin, two birds of a feather. They were so different yet so similar.
The fight inevitably ended the same, a man stood in guilt and shock, whether it be a blue or red sabre in his hands. Either way, he extinguished the glow and moved away, triumph flooding him as his mind ate another poisoned piece of candy.
a/n: hope you enjoyed, send requests please!!!!!!!!!
taglist: @techs-goggles9902, @skellymom
Ohhh man. This just reminds me of what an emotional groomer Palpatine was to Anakin. Great job!
A week or two or maybe 3 ago, we hit (well, I hit) 30 followers! I held a few polls and then posted some art of all my clone ocs.
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Heyy! Can I request a little something on how you think Echo’s time on Skako Minor went down? It can be head canons or whatever you feel like writing ❤️it’s just that I NEED to find out how he got the way he is because like, wouldn’t he have burns or scars if he was really blown up? And how can the explosion take off both legs at around the waist, one arm, and not kill him? I’m not familiar with that kind of stuff, and I’m curious to see what you think.
Thanks! -Sha
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hey guys this is angst (ur not ready). the lyrics in this are from the song 'It's Quiet Uptown' by Lil Manuel Miranda, from Hamilton. i recommend listening to it as u read.
T/W: Death.
There are moments that the words don’t reach
Anakin had never felt his heart drop to his stomach the same way it had when he’d heard Shmi take her last breath.
He felt it again, as he felt Ahsoka’s life slip away from him.
There is suffering too terrible to name
He wept for days, unable to fully process the death of his sister. She was dead. He’d never hold her close again, never correct her stance, never scold her for being cocky on the battlefield.
Nothing felt as horrible as loss, nothing hit so deep.
You hold your child as tight as you can
Obi-Wan held him close as the night began, and the day grew distant. Anakin was not alone in his mourning of his sister, even as the battle continued. Obi-Wan, Rex and Cody were among the many at his side, standing together in grief.
And push away the unimaginable
The battle continued even though they had lost so much already. It continued for days, eventually weeks. It finally ended on a sunny morning, the rain-covered ground fresh and the air crisp. It was victorious, yet, no one was celebrating.
The moments when you’re in so deep
Padme waited at her door for her husband, unaware of the empty shell of a man she was about to see. When she saw Anakin, her heart fell as his had. They wept together in the dimly lit flat.
It feels easier to just swim down
She wept still when he was gone, when the wounded man had to return to the battlefield without his sister. She saw Obi-Wan at his side, a matching shell of emptiness, devoid of all emotion.
The Hamiltons move uptown
The war was over months later, months filled with nothingness so numbing it ached. After a long, and painful Council meeting, Anakin and Padme bought a house in the quiet streets of Naboo, far away from the special place she’d lived before.
And learn to live with the unimaginable
Obi-Wan stayed there often, sitting in the dark of their spare bedroom. Rex lived in the house with them, a man divide of all happiness. Ahsoka’s death was unexpected and unimaginable, not to mention painful.
I spend hours in the garden
Anakin travelled to a garden beyond the outskirts of the city every day. He sat amongst the trees and flowers, birds singing songs of sorrow when he arrived. Ahsoka would’ve liked the garden.
I walk alone to the store
Padme walked alone almost everywhere she went. She no longer looked like the Senator of Naboo, now just a woman. A woman in immense pain.
And it’s quiet uptown
It was always quiet in the streets, an unfamiliar sound to the fighters who were so accustomed to the battlefield. It was peaceful, and they relished every second of silence that came with it.
I never liked the quiet before
Rex wasn’t used to the silence, it had always bugged him. Now, he had no sister, and the silence seemed to fit. He’d lost a sister and his spark. He’d lost his happiness
If you see him in the street
Anakin wasn’t the same man as he was before Ahsoka. He was fragile, he was broken. He’d lost so much and then he’d lost more. He’d been pushed beyond his breaking point.
Walking by her side, talking by her side, have pity
He’s only happiness came from Padme, as they walked the streets and mourned the loss of their sister. He and her were a pair, a pair of broken people.
They are going through the unimaginable
Rex, Obi-Wan, Padme and Anakin.
The four people sharing the pain of one girl’s death.
Sharing the pain of their sister’s death.
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taglist: @techs-goggles9902, @transmascanakin, @skellymom
I must check out the song! This was so sad but good!!!❤️
this is for @skellymom, you requested this yesterday and then i broke my toenail in half so its a bit late
This is kinda an au where Fives managed to reveal Palpatine’s plans and so Order 66 never happened and Fox executed Palpatine by just straight up shooting him in the head 5 times.
The bad batch and omega r somehow together and the events of season 7 happened except fives managed to reveal palpatine when Ahsoka was on mandalore and so the war ended and fives lives with jesse next door to the bad batch + omega.
“Hi, Crosshair!” Omega practically squealed as she tumbled back into the house. She was dressed as a bounty hunter and Hunter had just finished taking her around trick-or-treating. The brown sack she was using for lollies was filled to the brim. She closed the door behind her as Hunter collapsed face-first into the couch, groaning. Wrecker cheered as he clutched his bag of lollies and disappeared into his room.
Woohoo! Ghost Story!!!👻
