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💕, ⌛, 💚, and 🌕 for anyone you want!

desc. Thank you! Gonna do Wolffe for these 😊

emoji prompts

prompt 💕: What kind of cuddles are their favorite?

Wolffe loves when you're curled up on him, relaxed on the couch after a long and exhausting day. He likes when your head is rested on his chest or shoulder, that way you’re close enough to give a kiss, and for him to mess with your hair.

prompt ⏳: Are they more possessive or obsessive?

Wolffe's definitely more possessive. He's got eyes on you, so as long as you're not getting too friendly with folks, he's generously lenient. In more intense moments, you may be treated more like property than a lover. He does believe in owning you.

prompt 💚: Best way to calm them down?

Assure Wolffe of his worth and control over the situation. Things that stress him out are commonly his wolfpack and their safety, and when that gets out of his hands, he starts to blame himself. It feels better to know that you believe in him.

prompt 🌕: What is something that would really please them?

He really wants you to give in to him in a more domestic sense. Drop your guard when he comes around, lean into him when he embraces you, do as he says, and let him do all the work for you when he deems it necessary. Even if you don’t trust him fully, at least try to. It’ll make things a lot easier for you and Wolffe.

My own head canons about the clones and courtship and marriage/commitment ceremony traditions below are influenced by the Sami, Lakota and Navajo marriage traditions in my family.

During the war, the clones are all considered a Kaminoan product, property of the GAR. They're humanity isn't recognized, and they cannot marry or enter a legally binding commitment outside of their military service. However, I like to believe that doesn't prevent them from making marriages according to their own traditions. It started with Jango making little suggestions to his trainees that they expanded on and passed it down the clone ranks from there.

When a clone trooper starts developing feelings for someone, he begins leaving them little items of personal significance- pretty stones he's found on far away planets, paper origami of ships, dried flora picked on patrols, small glass vials of sand or water where he's stationed - all decorated, to be discovered in a public space so the trooper can observe the other person's reactions to their offerings, and their intended can either accept or reject their gifts without social pressures.

Naboo Starfighter, by Martin Hunt from starwarigami.co.uk |my personal gift from my husband, earth from his ancestral lands in AZ.

If his beloved (čhaŋté - Lakota-literally heart feeling) acknowledges the gifts with gratitude or affection, the trooper continues gifting them with more useful items - weapons, pieces of beskar, and other armor. All are engraved with a symbol unique to the trooper ie: jaig eyes, or the tattoo markings. When the couple have both declared their love and desire for commitment, the trooper will make simple jewelry out of pieces of his own clone armor for them, to remind them that his protection is secondary to their protection, and that he is their first line of support in any situation.

When they eat together, whether on dates or in the mess hall, he offers them the first bite of his meal. On hikes or patrols, he offers the first drink of his water out of his own canteen, demonstrating that their needs and well-being will always supercede his own.

On a date significant to the couple, the trooper will invite his beloved to sit beside him under his favorite blanket (for privacy) and ask to be considered a life partner. A husband, a father to their children and foundlings alike, there's no distinction made, because he's not asking to have biological children with them, but to co-parent with his beloved.

His brothers will silently take notice of his actions, because while they tease each other about pretty much anything and everything, these demonstrations of devotion are something holy, sacred to the clones. Religious ceremonies are unnecessary to have their union formally acknowledged; for the clone's actions announce his devotion to his beloved to his brothers, and they in turn automatically accept his mate as part of their family and respect the commitment the couple has made to one another.

However, clone troopers still enjoy making a more public declaration. When the opportunity presents itself, the trooper will bring his beloved into the barracks, lead them to his bunk and offer them a seat. When their beloved chooses to sit on his personal bedding, the trooper will sit beside them, take them by the hand and together they repeat "Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum - I will know you forever."

Afterwards his squad mates will answer: "Haat, Ijaa, Haa'it - Truth, Honor, Vision" to seal the pact for the couple.

The Jedi generals are well aware of these traditions and, from all outward indicators, overlook them; but privately they rejoice in the happiness of their soldiers.

@ficsnooneaskedfor thanks for your post, it encouraged me to write this ❤

Sharpe-core

some kind of a moodboard

PLEASE I’M DYING

Darkness

Pairing: Technically poly!Batch x GN!Reader, but only Crosshair and Echo are mentioned

Rating: T

Warnings: Talks and descriptions of depression, hurt/comfort

Word count: 761

A/N: I wrote this in a slump when I needed some comfort. Now that I'm mostly out of it, I don't really have anything to add, and so it's sort of unfinished. The following descriptions are my personal experience.

They had noticed the way that smiles don’t quite reach your eyes. How your body seemed to sag more and more, as if gravity was pressing harder on you. How you slept more and more, claiming headaches. How you seemed to stare off into the distance with a strange blank expression. How you talked less and less and lacked the passion you normally contained.

Surprisingly, Crosshair was the one who approached you first, in a quiet moment. Coming out of the fresher, wiping tears from your cheeks, he cornered you, his tall frame blocking the doorway, haloed by the hallway light as you had already flicked off the bulb in the fresher.

“Are you okay?” His voice is low, almost as if he didn’t want someone else to overhear him. Taken aback by this uncharacteristic concern, your brows furrow. A small frown twists your lips down. “What makes you think I’m not?”

He removes the toothpick at the corner of his mouth, pointing it at you. “You’ve been acting funny.”

Your eyes narrow. “Funny how?”

Annoyance crosses his features, tan face pulling into a grimace. “You know what I mean.” You cross your arms defensively, and you’re not sure why, because he isn’t accusing you of anything. Guilt tugs at your heart. It must have been more obvious than you thought, if Crosshair of all people is bringing it up. You shoulder your way past him, tossing a half-hearted ‘I’m fine’ over your shoulder. He watches your frame retreat into the shared bunk room, replacing his toothpick in his mouth. He didn’t believe you for a moment.

You retreat back into the safety of your sheets, covering your head, and let darkness overtake you, regret washing over your conscience. You didn’t want the boys to worry for you. You feel even heavier now, heavier than you’ve ever felt. You fall asleep with a wet pillow under your cheek.

———

When you awaken, you can feel a soft hand stroking over your hair. Blinking your eyes open, you turn over, locking gazes with Echo. He’s sitting upon the edge of your bunk, irises soft, scomp arm resting on his thigh as his flesh hand pets you. You lean subtly into the contact before pulling away. He frowns subtly. “You should come eat,” the ARC trooper prompts, but that’s the last thing you want right now. The camaraderie between the clones will only serve to make you feel even sadder. “Not hungry,” you reply apathetically, even as your stomach growls. When was the last time you ate?

Echo seems to be asking himself the same question. His frown deepens, and he asks that Maker-forsaken question. “Are you alright?”

You don’t even have the strength to reply immediately. Your eyes gaze off into empty space as your lips move, spitting out another ‘I’m fine.’

He doesn’t take it as easy as Crosshair did. “It’s apparent you’re not.” Your teeth grit. Another wave of penitence makes you feel sick to your stomach. “It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

“Cyar’ika, I know depression when I see it.”

Of course he does, of fucking course he does. You can’t help it when your eyes dart to his cybernetics, feeling even worse. How can you be depressed when Echo’s around? He’s been through so much worse, you know it, he knows it. He must. He must think you’re horrible for acting and feeling this way. Dark thoughts gnaw at the edges of your mind, whispering venom at you.

You don’t deserve to be here.

You’re pathetic.

You run a hand over your face, unable to stop your lip from quivering. “I’m sorry,” you manage to whisper through a tight throat, releasing a shuddering breath. “I’m being stupid. I’m sorry I’m concerning you guys. I’ll be okay.”

Echo catches on the first sentence. “There is nothing stupid about what you’re feeling.” The clone helps you sit up, running his flesh hand over one of your cheeks, cupping it gently. “It’s not healthy to bottle up your feelings. Talking about them is helpful, it really is, and you don’t need to carry this burden alone.”

A fresh wave of tears runs down your face, spilling over Echo’s fingers. You can’t hide from this, you can’t hide from him. His stare feels like a ten ton weight on you. You shiver, drawing your blanket up and over your shoulders. His smile is gentle, and when you finally meet his eyes, you only see care and worry in the deep brown depths. “When you’re ready to talk, we’ll be here for you. All of us.”

😎

If I may bother 😳 Who do you think would like an INFP?

Honestly? Pretty much any type.

Usually deeply caring and nurturing individuals, INFPs are the easiest type to fall for in my humble opinion, as even though they are introverts, they have no problem connecting with others in a way other types can't (I theorize that they are every yandere's golden choice for that very reason lol, INFPs can make anyone feel so special and loved). But I definitely think that while ISTJs fall the hardest for them, INFPs tend to be attracted to the strong, deeply idealistic, and usually kind ENFJs.