HE'S BEAUTIFUL!! Damn, Foxy's Out Here Stealing My Heart

HE'S BEAUTIFUL!! damn, foxy's out here stealing my heart

DUN DUN DUN!!!

The Over-Enthusiastic Sharpshooter: CT-3425, aka "Foxy".

This boy in turquoise has a knack for getting himself into some wacky dares. One time, he took a shot at General Skywalker...he doesn't point fingers, but you know who you are, brother.

He has a matching snake tattoo with his brother, Pepper, but don't let anyone tell you he was shaking while getting it done. My boi may be tough, but he hates needles.

This snarky, quick witted clone is fast with his tongue and won't hesitate to make fun of his brothers and join in on the chaos. But if a stranger tries to get in on his fun? Hell no, don't you dare make fun of his vod unless you want to look death in the eyes.

An utter goofball around his troop, his favorite thing to do is play fight. Finger guns, wrestling, making blaster sounds with his mouth...this boy is all about having fun while on the job.

Art by @maygaladon!! Thank you so much, I love him with all my heart 💚

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you can expect to see a fic or two on the way with these prompts

prompts list :)

fluff/general

“how much did you drink?”

“aw, you’re so cute.”

“what did you do?”

“i asked if you were having a party. i didn’t tell you to have a party.”

“this is the opposite of what i told you to do.”

“well, it’s the thought that counts.”

“wait, no, don’t take kissing away from me.”

“okay, where are all my jumpers?”

“oh, you’ve started stealing my socks now?”

“yeah, okay, but i’m cooler.”

“you owe me a kiss.”

“how did you get in here?”

“for starters, that’s impossible.”

“how did you fail a survey?”

“yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe i would.”

“that’s not even fair.”

“you promised me a cookie!”

“did i ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?”

“ew, that is so sappy, i might vomit.”

“i’m not playing truth or dare.”

“you’re not very intimidating.”

“i love you.”

“well the probability of that is 0, but you go ahead.”

“that was, by far, the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.”

“why don’t you take a picture? it’ll last longer.”

“maybe not.”

“why the hell is there glitter everywhere?”

“well, i’m pretty irresistible.”

“how much money would you give me to flip this table, right here, right now, in the middle of class?”

“detention? again?”

angst

“why don’t you just go?”

“no, it’s not like that.”

“if you cared about me, you wouldn’t do this.”

“it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“what’s the point?”

“fuck you.”

“you should’ve said that yesterday.”

“don’t lie to me.”

“i swear, if you say another word, i’ll leave.”

“change in mind or change in heart?”

“it’s over, it’s done, just leave it be.”

“why do you keep bringing it up?”

“we can’t go back in time, so stop trying to reverse what you said.”

“you say you’ll stop, but then you keep doing it!”

“maybe in another world.”

“why are you like this?”

“stop making empty promises!”

“what about us?”

“don’t say that.”

“i’m done. we’re done.”’

feel free to reblog :)

Ryder, you sweet clone, you!

The Lucky Batch ☘️

Another Clone Force 37 story :D

Ryder silently wandered down the market, looking for a place that sold stickers. It was a strange thing to look for, and he had no idea where to find them. He ran a finger down his braided hair nervously, fidgeting with the plaits Boots had delicately weaved. The dye was still fresh, and the scent of it wafted into his face with every breeze. His buzzed sides did nothing to shield his ears from the chilled air, and he felt them turning pink.

“Excuse me,” he said, walking up to a random vendor.

“Ah, hello there, clone. What can I get ya? Meiloorun?” The vendor asked, leaning forward on his durasteel stand.

“Oh, uh, no, sir. I was wondering if you could help me find something else?”

“Whatcha lookin’ for?”

“Stickers…” he said, an embarrassed flush rising to his cheeks.

“Stickers? You got a kid? Didn’t think clones had children,” the vendor said as he looked at the clone quizzically.

“Ah, no. It’s…it’s for a friend.”

“A friend? Didn’t think you had those either.”

Ryder looked down, shuffling his feet slightly.

“It uh, it would mean a lot if you could help me,” he said, ignoring the vendors comment, still looking at his toes.

“Sure thing. Just keep heading down that way until you pass 9 stands on the right side. Then it’ll be right there.”

“Thank you,” Ryder said before turning and heading down to the direction he was pointed in. When he reached the booth, his eyes went wide at the options.

“Hello, friend! Looking for some stickers today?” An enthusiastic dathomirian vendor asked.

“Yeah, they’re for my friend,” Ryder explained, dragging his eyes away to look at her. She seemed friendly enough. A pang of hurt ran through him as he remembered his old dathomirian General.

“What kind are you looking for? I have lots of options. There’s animals, bugs, GAR themed, Jedi themed, holographic…” She continued to list more, all of it going in one ear and out the other for Ryder.

“Uhh, I’m not sure. I’ll just look around, if that’s alright.”

“Sure thing! Just let me know if you need help,” she nodded, moving to help another customer.

Ryder took his time studying all the different stickers. He really wanted something special, as a thanks for Pepper’s enthusiastic first sticker he had given him. It was a large “FAMILY” sticker, and it had made Ryder so happy, but all he had managed at the time was a weak smile and teary eyed nod. He wanted to make up for his lack of a response, so he decided to get Pepper some more stickers.

After a few minutes, he curiously picked out a pack that said, “scratch and sniff.”

“What are these?” Ryder asked, turning and holding them out for the vendor to see.

“Oh! Those are smelly stickers! When you scratch them, they smell!”

“Smell…good?”

“Yeah! You can also get bad smelling ones for pranks.”

“Oh, okay. I guess I’ll get all the different types of these.”

“ALL of them?” She said, her eyes going wide.

“Yeah…that’s not too much, is it?”

“Uh…no, not if you want to have a full year's supply.”

“That’s perfect! Thank you!” He said, smiling for the first time since dinner last night. The vendor quickly grabbed a bag and filled it up with all her different scratch and sniff stickers, then turned back to him.

“That’ll be 50 credits.” Ryder handed her the money and took the bag, waving as he headed back to the barracks.

~~~

“Ryder! Where have you been? You missed breakfast,” Ballast said as he walked in. “Ooooh, what’s in the bag?”

“Uh, it’s actually a surprise for Pepper,” Ryder said, causing Ballast to halt and look at him curiously.

“A surprise? Is it ready? Can I know what it is?”

“Uh, it’s not quite ready. I have to put it in a different bag first.”

“Oh, well, I know Thumbs has gift bags somewhere.”

“Okay, thanks,” Ryder said before going to find Thumbs.

“Hey, Thumbs,” he said, wandering into the room that had his bunk, “Ballast said you had some gift bags, do you think I could use one?”

“Gift bags? Sure! There’s one right over here.” He got up from his bunk and wandered over to the closet, shoving some things around, a box falling on his head before he pulled back and held a bag out triumphantly. They both watched as everything began to slowly lean forward. Thumbs quickly slammed the closet shut, stopping everything from tumbling out onto the floor.

“Thanks,” Ryder said, earning a double thumbs up from his brother. He let a small smile spread over his lips before he turned and went to his own bunk room. He sat on his bed and quickly took the packs of stickers out, putting a big label on the bag that read, “PEPPER.”

“Hey, Ryder. Ballast said you had a surprise for me?” Pepper said, walking in right as Ryder finished.

“Oh! Yeah, I just finished putting it in here,” he said, motioning to the bag. “I-I wanted to thank you for being so friendly and welcoming to me. My old battalion, I loved them, and I miss them so much, but you guys are different here. I mean, you’re even gave me my name.”

Pepper grinned widely at his brother before pulling him into a tight hug.

“Anything for fellow Lucksters!”

Ryder returned his grin, though not nearly as wide. He held out the bag for Pepper to take, watching anxiously as he stuck his hand in. He pulled it out slowly, looking down at the stickers in his hand.

“Scratch and sniff?” He questioned, looking up at Ryder.

“The vendor said that when you scratch them, they smell.” Pepper’s eyes slowly got wide as he processed Ryder’s words. His mouth dropped before he eagerly began scratching at one. He brought it up to his nose and let out a gag before smiling crazily.

“THIS IS AMAZING! IT SMELLS JUST LIKE DUNG!” He pointed at the dung sticker that he had scratched, his eyes sparkling as if he was staring at the most amazing thing in the galaxy. “THANK YOU SO MUCH RYDER!” He engulfed his brother in another rib crushing hug before pulling back and smiling evilly.

“I HAVE TO GO STICK DUNG STICKERS ON RAFFLE’S HELMET!” He said, his whole body practically vibrating in excitement before running out of the room, stickers flying out of the bag as he went. Ryder finally let a toothy grin break through, proud to have gotten such a good gift for Pepper.

“Did you get him stickers?” Ballast asked while walking in and taking note of the fallen stickers.

“Yeah, they’re a special kind. If you scratch them, they smell.”

“Maker, I bet he loved those,” Ballast laughed.

“Yeah, he does,” Ryder agreed, smiling to himself again.

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this is beautiful! you both did a wonderful job writing this (though it definitely left me foggy-eyed)

The Lucky Batch☘️

Finally finished Ryder’s backstory :D

Venators

CT-0017 loved being on venators. He loved being on a massive shuttle, flying through endless space. They had everything a clone could possibly need. Medbays, refreshers, bunks, mess halls, they were essentially flying bases.

“Once again, you’ve proved very useful with your knowledge of weapons,” CT-1882 said to CT-0017. “I don’t think any of us would have used the right weapons if you hadn’t told us which ones to use.”

“Ha, yeah, you di’kuts really need me, don’t you?” He joked back.

“Hey, I was complimenting you, that doesn’t mean you insult me,” CT-1882 joked back.

“Yeah yeah, get going to the bridge. We need you to fly us back safely. I don’t know if I trust anyone else to control this thing, especially not CT-2019.”

“Sir yes sir,” CT-1882 said while giving his vod a sloppy salute, slapping his arm as he walked away. CT-0017 smiled after him, shaking his head before heading to the armory.

“Hey, CT-0017,” another trooper, CT-2019, said as he walked in, “you think I can keep this blaster?”

“Sure, just make sure you only use it for scouting and stealth. It won’t help much in the middle of a heavy wave, it’s more for sniping.”

“Alright, thanks. And hey, tell CT-1882 that he owes me a drink.”

“I think he owes us all one.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he did,” CT-2019 chuckled. “See ya around, vod,” the clone said before he left the room, a wide grin on his face as he carried away his new weapon.

CT-0017 sat in the armory and prepared to clean his own weapon when something hit the ship and caused him to drop his blaster. He immediately rushed out of the room and to the bridge, wanting to know what was happening.

“CT-1882, what’s going on?” He asked frantically, going over to where his brother was.

“We’re under attack! The separatists don’t seem to have been happy with our win on the ground. They must have called for reinforcements while we were still fighting!”

“Attack squadron, get to your shuttles and get out there! But be careful!” Their general yelled.

“Yes sir!” CT-2019 responded before saluting to CT-0017 and CT-1882. “Keep an eye out for me, would ya?” He joked to the two before running to the hangar.

“CT-1882, we need to get the shields up, fast! They’ve blocked our exit, so don’t worry about flying out of here,” the Dathomirian Jedi yelled.

“Yes sir!”

CT-0017 looked around the room as others were scrambling about, trying to figure out what to do.

They were all alone, having just finished a mission on the planet below them. They had thought they were successful, having won the battle on land. They had even begun to have little celebrations, but that was cut short when they were attacked. They were trapped, with no way out.

“CT-1882, are the shields up yet?” General Lyle yelled.

“Yes sir!”

CT-0017 didn’t know what to do. He was the weapons specialist, and he was much better in ground battle. He also wasn’t a pilot, so he couldn’t fly out and attack the enemy, not that he wanted to.

A large blast from the enemy shook the venator, and CT-0017 had to reach out to steady himself. He looked out the viewport to see explosions all around. His eyes widened as he watched another blast hurdle towards the ship and hit it. The lights flickered for a second before they settled.

“General Lyle, sir! Our shields have been destroyed!” CT-1882 shouted, his eyes wide as he looked at the controls.

“Kriff! We have to get out of direct fire!” General Lyle yelled back.

“What’s going on there?” CT-2019 asked from his shuttle.

“Nothing, don’t worry about us! Focus on fighting out there!” CT-1882 shouted back over the comms.

“I can multitask!” CT-2019 tried to argue.

“CT-2019, watch out!” One of the other clones in the attack squadron shouted over the comms. CT-0017 looked out just as he saw the clone’s ship get blown up by a separatist blast. He nearly fell to the ground as he watched, unable to do anything about his fallen brother. He wouldn’t even have a body to bury.

“CT-2019!” CT-1882 shouted into his comm, though he knew there would be no response. Static sounds played over as he listened, hoping for a small chance of survival. He looked away from what he was doing to look at CT-0017 briefly, tears in his eyes. CT-0017 looked down, taking a second to mourn before he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“CT-0017, come with me!” General Lyle said.

“Yes sir!” He responded, running after the Jedi.

“We are suffering major damage to the venator! We are going to have to abandon ship!”

“But sir! What about the others?”

“That’s what I need you to work on! Get the escape pods ready, and when they are, gather as many troopers as you can into them! I’m trusting you, CT-0017!”

“Sir yes sir!” He responded, immediately beginning to prepare the escape pods.

The ship shook around him again as he worked, and he tried not to think about what was going on. He could hear the squadron yelling at each other over the comms, and then it went silent.

“Attack squadron! Is anyone still out there?” General Lyle’s voice came over.

No response.

“Attack squadron! Come in!”

Again, nothing.

Their fighters were down, they had no one outside the ship to fight.

Suddenly, the ship jerked violently. CT-0017 flew forward, falling to the ground. When he pushed himself back up, the alarms were blaring around him. Red warning lights were flashing around him, and he began to panic more.

“Major damage to the bridge, general!” CT-1882’s voice yelled over the comms.

“Everyone, get to the escape pods!” General Lyle yelled.

A horrible metallic ripping sound flooded CT-0017’s ears, and he brought his hands up to try and block out the sound. The loud sounds of men shouting in his very own voice mixed in with it.

“Troopers!” General Lyle shouted. “What happened?!”

Again, there was no response to his question.

“CT-1882! Come in!” CT-0017 shouted.

“T-the bridge…” he responded, “i-it’s too damaged. Part of the ship was broken off by a blast.”

“Can you get out? Can you get to the escape pods?” Their general asked frantically.

“No, sir. We're trapped, I’m sorry.”

“No, CT-1882! You have to try! You have to get out!” CT-0017 begged.

“Sorry, vod. You’re going to have to learn to fly without me or CT-2019. Go, while you still can.”

“No! I’m coming back to help!” CT-0017 said before he began to run, only for an invisible hand to stop him. He turned and looked down the hall at his general, whose face was pained but determined.

“CT-0017, you have to get into one of those escape pods if you want to survive!”

“Sir! I will not abandon my brothers!”

“CT-1882 told you to go! Do this for him!”

“I WON’T LEAVE WITHOUT HIM!” CT-0017 shouted, tears falling from under his helmet.

The next thing he knew, the Dathomirian was rushing over to the closest escape pod and opening the door. He used the force to lift up CT-0017 and throw him inside. CT-0017 immediately jumped up and ran forwards, only for the door to shut in his face.

“NO!” He screamed, fist pounding as his general looked at him through the small glass.

“Never forget us, CT-0017,” General Lyle said before he slammed the button to release the pod.

“NO!” CT-0017 screamed again as he was launched away from the ship. He quickly moved to the controls and began to spin the pod around to look at the venator.

He fell to his knees as he watched. The massive ship before him was surrounded by smoke. Blasts from enemy ships kept raining onto it. He could see the part that had been broken off. The bridge was utterly destroyed.

“General!” He shouted into his comms. “CT-1882! Anyone!” No response came to his calls, and then it happened. The final blow came, and the venator was completely destroyed. The force of the explosion tossed his escape pod around, and when he finally steadied it, nothing but scrap metal remained at the scene. The Separatist ships had already fled the scene, and CT-0017 was alone in the endless space.

~~~

CT-0017 hated venators. He hated being on a massive shuttle, flying through endless space. They held memories of his past battalion, his general and his brothers that had all been killed.

They reminded him of General Lyle, the Dathomirian Jedi that had saved his life. They reminded him of CT-2019, and CT-1882, one the leader of an attack squadron and the other the captain of the venator. Both had promised to teach him how to fly. Both had died.

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fun challenge: close your eyes and imagine the batch saying the lines

Maybe you are talented.

But you'll never reach him.

i've never read such chaos... I LOVE IT

The Lucky Batch

Shenanigans

Wednesday Morning

Jackal prepared the camera, staring into it through his hastily fastened goggles. Cypher took hold of it, zooming in slowly on his brother’s face.

“It it space Wednesday, my dudes,” Jackal grinned as he began to scream, jolting Captain Raffle awake.

In a shout of terror and confusion, the captain fell onto the floor, mentally screaming. As he looked up, he was met with the rest of the demonic group.

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

It’d be far easier to cope with if Pepper didn’t slap a rabbit sticker to his face.

This Kid is Spiced

Raffle stared at Foxy, looking to Brisk and Ballast in fear.

“This one’s totally on crack right now,” he announced, eyeing the sleep deprived clone. 

To test this, Ballast picked up a ball and threw it at Foxy’s head. 

“Yah! Yeeaa-ee-aa!”

“Nah, he ran out of cigarettes,” Ballast deduced.

It’s moments like this were Raffle wanted to go back to the 501st.

The Dabbening

Jack and Brisk yelled, waving at the floats. 

Somebody thought it’d be a grand idea to get the Jedi to go on floats in a parade, boosting citizen morale. Whoever they were, they needed a medal, because it’s hilarious and amazing.

Jackal shook atop Goose, the droid angrily warbling that he couldn’t see. 

“Yo, Kenobi! Kenobi!” Ballast roared, held up by Ballast and Cypher. “Kenobi!”

The General of the 212th didn’t notice them until Commander Cody shook his helmet, probably crying under his helmet in sheer terror of the group. 

Foxy clambered onto General Kenlha Whiro’s shoulders, yelling for the General as well. 

“Do a dab!” Foxy yelled, his request echoed by Ballast and Pepper.

General Skywalker, who was on the float behind General Kenobi, began yelling it as well. His Padawan, a togruta girl, chanted with him, along with many of the 501st clones.

Overjoyed

“Are y’all excited for life day!?” Master Whiro yelled, shoving party hats onto her togrutan horns. 

Her squad blew party horns, yelling in sheer excitement of getting unknown gifts. Raffle tried to keep Luna away from smelling the moonshine, desperate to have some semblance of order.

Alas, he was foiled when Pepper decided to show his joy.

“I AM!” Pepper yelled, gabbing glass and yeeting it into Ballast’s armour. 

There was a pregnant silence for a few moments, then Ballast got up. He wiped away the glass, picked up something else breakable and smashed it against his head.

“YEAH!” They collectively yelled, about to cause enough chaos to made Mace Windu shiver in his sleep. 

Raffle could only watch in horror as they began jumping onto tables and smashing whatever they could. He’d ask the General for help, but she was in the thick of it with them.

Speeches

Ryder clapped his hands, grinning at his brother’s accomplishment. 

“Yo, your speech was so good, my god,” he smiled, patting Cypher on the back.

“Oh, I didn’t really try, I mean-”

“OH MY GOD JUST TAKE THE RFUCKING COMPLIMENT!” Ballast howled, Foxy and Pepper nodding in sheer agreement. 

Cypher opened his mouth, only for a kiwi sticker to get yeeted between his teeth. 

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHH!” Ryder, Foxy and Ballast yowled, lifting Pepper into the air for the shot. Cypher jumped with them, pointing at the lodged sticker.

Raffle watched from afar, feeling his hair going grey from the sheer insanity. 

Rane’s first day

Raffle smiled at his new companion, hoping that there was a semblance of sanity in this one. They were an ARC-Trooper, after all. 

The ARC stepped towards his new Captain, excited for this new opportunity. He’d never heard of Clone Force 37 before.

He was about to learn why. 

GOO-S, otherwise known as Goose, waddled past them, Jackal sitting on top with a bowl of salad. It’s been all of five minutes and it was already going to chaos. 

Fearful of what they could be planning, Raffle carefully followed, fearing for his remaining braincells. The confused Arc-Trooper followed, interested in what was happening. 

As they neared the ship, they found Ballast napping on the steps of the Mayhem, or Team Tech, depending on which idiot you talked to. 

“Hey, Ball, you hungry?” Ryder giggled, pulling Ballast’s mouth as Brisk had his eyelid, making it look like he’s talking.

Thumbs giggled, recording the whole scenario. 

“Yeah, I could totally use a salad,” Foxy spoke for him, giggling as Pepper started to make noises. Jackal dumped the leaves on his face, cackling with his fellow idiots.

Rane stared, and Raffle already feared that he was going to have a mental breakdown in their first five minutes. 

Instead, Rane took a bug from his armour and dumped it on Ballast’s face, engaging the insanity.

“BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGG!” Ballast screeched, feeling the legs on his face. 

He jumped up in terror, his head smashing against the railing of the steps. The ding echoed through their bodies, the gang high-fiving with glee.

“Welcome to the Lucky Batch!” Thumbs yelled, slapping Rane’s shoulder. Goose warbled, accepting the fresh meat.

And like that, Raffle’s hopes dashed away. Alas, he’s the only sane member of Clone Force 37.

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