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designing my new tattoo atm, but I can’t rlly decide whether I should put the 99, the skull or lula in the middle tbh, so you decide!
the placement will be on my side and rather small and fineline. I’ll probably do a Jedi or 501st themed tattoo on the other side with the same design concept
alternatively
“I - I don’t understand! How am I losing?!” Dogma exclaimed as he stared at the game of chess in front of him. Hardcase grinned proudly. “I guess I’m just too good at this!” Jesse laughed out loud, “Don’t flatter yourself, ‘case! We all know you’re too dumb to even tell apart a Wookie from an Ewok!”
That didn’t help in reassuring Dogma, at all.
While he internally broke down, questioning his life choices, Kix leaned closer to Hardcase, asking in a low voice, “He’s right though; how are you winning?”
With a mischievous smirk similar to that of a smug loth-cat, Hardcase initiated his brother into his secrets;
“I’ve been eating his pieces when he wasn’t looking.”
Imagine: You're Count Dooku’s apprentice and Uncle General Grievous has to watch over you
Type: Headcanons; GN! Reader (platonic) Character(s): General Grievous, Count Dooku (mentioned) Notes: I love Grievous so much and since in my opinion, he doesn't get enough love as a character, I decided to write something for him ! The reader is referenced to be younger than any of Dooku's usual apprentices but whether they're a child or not is really up to you.
501st x GN! Reader
You are a researcher working with the 501st and it's exhausting. This one isn't that good since I was merely just dabbling about, but if you like it, I'll make a proper story about this :)
"Again?" I sighed.
There they were, the troublemakers of the 501st, properly lined up and eyes bashfully glued to the floor, like a bunch of school boys. Captain Rex cleared his throat tensely. "Yes, sir." I shook my head, strictly staring down each and every one of them before taking the notes on my datapad. "You boys are going to be the death of me."
I hadn't known what I was in for when the Senate requested me to keep tabs on clone behaviour, especially when they sent me off to General Skywalker's troops. I should've known better when they mentioned the infamously unorthodox Jedi Knight but the job seemed to be paying well and I could perhaps even offer a study to speak for better treatment of the GAR! What I ended up with however was anything but what I had expected. The 501st was a... pain in the ass, so to say. Constantly getting into trouble and costing the Republic more than the war had itself. From fighting each other to breaking or damaging things, I started to feel like I was putting up with kindergarteners than adult soldiers.
And that's exactly where I was standing with them right now. A destroyed speeder bike in flames, two non-functional blaster rifles and a broken nose on Hardcase's account that Kix was now desperately trying to tend to. I lowered the datapad after finishing my notes and looked around for anything else. "I'm - we are very sorry, sir," Fives stated respectfully, a hint of sheepishness lacing his voice. "We... we weren't expecting things to go this bad." Hums of agreement resounded among the troopers. Echo backed his brother up. "He's right."
I rose my brows, unconvinced at all. This had to be a joke. "In what world did you think trying to shoot your brother off while he's driving an active speeder bike wouldn't go - and I quote - this bad?" I scolded them like a babysitter would. Rex, who had taken his place behind me in an authoritative manner, crossed his arms and glared at his brothers disapprovingly. Fives, who had taken the stand for his brothers, grinned sheepishly at that. "We were testing out our new blasters...?" It sounded more like a question than a statement. I pinched the bridge of my nose and shook my head. A bunch of idiots.
realising that my boyfriend and i mirror the exact relationship obi-wan and cody have only makes me wonder more what the fuck is going on between them
i’d kill for a silly mini series only covering the 501st clones and their everyday life together ??
like just a bunch of toddler boys trying to deal w each other
quick doodle of the s1 queen herself while i design some stickers & charms
was to lazy to draw her saber :(
god im so gay for all sw clones
had to put my webtoon on hold for now until i finish the school year, its just a bit too stressful atm. I'll still post my writing though
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word count: 1,3k characters: mo minx (oc), zora enavi (oc), more ocs warnings: order 66, mentions of death
order 66 is probably one of the most interesting events in Star Wars to me. this is mo's experience, I hope you like it! I wrote this over the span of multiple nights, so apologies if its a bit rough <3
Having a mirialan master as a human padawan was always something people would consider bizarre about Mo but to him, it was nothing but an average educational relationship. He adored Master Enavi; the endearing support she offered him, how patiently she worked with him and the familial connection they had built up over the years, truly he admired her. And even if the Jedi code likely wouldn’t think as greatly of it as Master Enavi did, he couldn’t help but recognise his late mother in her. That warm smile, the way her eyes lit up when she noticed her dear Padawan, everything made him think of the woman who once gifted him life and who’s life was taken away far too soon. Some nights, Mo would lie awake and think, maybe Master Enavi was sent to him, maybe she was a gift from the universe; perhaps a second chance.
And he couldn’t risk losing that chance.
Mo’s knuckles turned white from the tight grip he had on his inactive lightsaber, a fearful spark in his eyes as he felt himself break into a cold sweat. He had been hiding in a narrow crevice - a gap leading to a small underground cave - in the stone ground for about two hours now and the thought of getting caught pinned him down.
It had been fifteen minutes since the last trooper patrol passed by, the steps above him still resonating in Mo’s ears. His heart raced, the lightsaber handle slipping through his sweaty hands. He had to get out of here, find Master Enavi and figure out a what was going on!
It had happened all of sudden. They were huddled together in the midst of a mission; Mo, Master Enavi, Master Linth and his Padawan and the batch of troopers they had dragged along, all of which were soldiers they would have trusted their lives with. The weather was humid but with its entirely tree-covered forests, it really was nothing particularly notable on Kashyyyk. Everything seemed fine and for a moment, the universe seemed to heal, perhaps even feeling peaceful.
Until the message came through.
Commander Kylak had excused himself from the group and moved to the back to receive it. The rumour that the war was at its end had unsurprisingly started to spread around and when he had watched the clone commander rush away, Mo felt his heart pace quicken in excitement.
Was this it? Would they be able to rest easily again from now on?
But his hope quickly died down when he watched the commander lower his arm slowly. His body language was tense and a bizarre aura radiated off him. Then everything happened fast. At once and as if it had been rehearsed, blasters were threateningly pointed at the Jedi. Master Linth and his Padawan barely had had the chance to pull out their sabers when countless bolts struck their bodies and they fell cold to the ground.
Mo could still hear his master's order resonating in his ears. "Go, Mylo! Leave!" He hadn't wasted a second to flee the scenery, scrambling to his feet and running without looking back until his legs ached and his breath got caught in his throat. He didn't know where Master Enavi had gone, or if she had even made it out alive. But he knew better then to look back. Someone had to survive, right?
"What do I do, what do I do..." Mo paced around the confined cave, mumbling incomprehensible sentences and fiddling with the hilt of his lightsaber. Risking his life seemed dumb but he had to know what was going on. Finally, he caught himself and stared up at the rising sun that lit the cave, sending rays of light through the gap. He squinted his eyes and dug his hands into the crevice, pulling his body through it until he was fully outside. The temperature was stable, the air still as humid as it was a few hours back. There, trooper voices in the distance!
What now? Mo looked drastically around before throwing himself into a nearby bush. “Anything new on General Enavi’s location?” The voice of Commander Kylak rang through the forest. “No, sir.” Mo let out a sigh of relief; his master had escaped. But there was no time to let his guard down; the troopers were nearby. Between the branches of his hiding place, Mo could barley make out the white armour of the clone soldiers. He bit the inside of his cheek nervously, narrowing his eyes to clear his view when suddenly, he felt someone grab his shoulder and a hand covered his mouth before he could let out a yelp. Mo was roughly spun around and … set to look into none other than Master Enavi’s amethyst eyes. His own pair widened but before he could muffle out a range of happy noises beneath her hand, she raised her index to her shut lips, indicating for him to be quiet and slowly pulled her hand away.
“Are you okay?” She asked quietly, a worrisome expression plastered on her face. “Yes, I’m fine-,” Mo stumbled over his words until realisation hit and he broke into a sob, “I was so worried, I thought - I thought you were gone!” Master Enavi checked their surroundings warily before embracing her student into a tight hug. “It’s alright, we’re alright,” She whispered comfortingly and brushed a strand of caramel hair out of his face, “I need you to stay calm, do you understand?” Mo swallowed the lump of overwhelming feelings in his throat and nodded. “Good, perfect.”
When they finally separated, Mo’s hands were shaking and before he could store his lightsaber on his belt, the hilt slipped out of his hand and noisily landed on the ground.
“What was that?”
Their blood ran cold in their veins. A single trooper approached their hiding spot. Master Enavi observed the clone through the branches of the bush, activating her own saber. A violet laser blade lit up their surroundings and buzzed menacingly. “Stay here,” she mouthed and creeped closer to the trooper as he spun around with a raised blaster, searching for the source of the sound. When she was finally crouching behind him, his fate was sealed and the hilt of the weapon struck him roughly, causing him to drop his gun and fall unconsciously to the ground.
Mo couldn’t contain a smile: even in a situation like this, where their once closest comrades had turned their backs on them, Master Enavi still refused to go against the Jedi Code and use violence. She truly was a loyal knight to the Order. But this success was short lived.
“There she is! The general!”
Suddenly, remaining troopers came for them, rushing with readied weapons. Master Enavi face dropped but she remained calm, gripping her saber tightly. "Master!" Mo, who had managed to squeeze past the branches, called out for her but she only glanced back at him, her lips pressed together in a firm line. "You need to leave! Hide and save yourself!" The Padawan was taken aback but quickly caught himself when he heard the footsteps of the soldiers closing in. With a final 'go!' from his master, Mo - although hesitant - crouched back into the bush, his back to the large tree that grew proudly past the branches when the first tears of realisation started to prick up in his eyes.
He had left her behind. Only a few feet away, he could hear the buzzing sounds of blaster bolts hitting the laser blade. For a minute, his hopes were up that his master might make it out alive, that he'd be able to unite with her again and lay low from then on until ...
Until there was no more buzzing sounds and only metal clattering to the ground. Mo's eyes widened and he felt the hot tears flow over. "Where's the Padawan?" A clone's static voice rang through the air. "Not here," Master Enavi spat, "and I'd rather die than tell you." "We can arrange that." Mo clasped a hand over his mouth to silence his heavy sobs. Then, a final shot echoed through the forest and he knew his master was gone.
