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Kix X Reader
Hi I had feelings for the last clone and I wanted some angst so. Have some Kix. Here is his wookiepedia which is interesting! It may give you some context as well. This is a part of my underappreciated clones series- send in a clone you don't think gets enough love!
Also BTW this armor SLAPS (from his Wookiepedia)
You had seen all kinds of outcasts, outlaws, and outsiders come by your little hostel. It offered a safe place for people to come stay. With the empire crumbled and a new order trying to be rebuilt, people needed somewhere safe to lay their heads.
You only had one rule: no fighting or killing within the walls of your domain. If they did, they would be subject to being booted out or being hunted down by the other patrons.
And you did not want these patrons getting peeved at one another.
You sighed. The air was humid on this planet. Money and business was good, and that seemed to be enough for you to never leave whenever the inkling came to mind to scurry off this planet. Especially in a galaxy as turbulent as this one- it felt like little skirmishes were still outbreaking, with bounty hunters and gangsters slowly finding their places and rising in this more free and open universe without an Empire to bow down to. Your arm hurt from scrubbing the counter.
Your parents had met in the war. You didn't hear them talk too much about it- war is war, they said, and it is better to not discuss these things.
So you let it stay quiet as they established the little inn. Their scars and weapons hanging on walls behind the counters or hidden in closets did all the talking.
Everyone needed a place to rest. Surviors and deserters and bounty hunters. It made money.
But you never knew who would walk in the door.
Even when the door opened, you could sense the meloncholy weight on his shoulders. You didn't pay much attention to the feelings that plagued you when you saw people- the sadness, the anger, the dread.
This guy was just tired.
You glanced up when the footsteps stopped by you. It gave you pause- his armor looked like a storm trooper, but so very different. Scuffed, but layers of paint were placed in some places as if to rebrand himself, but the stark white armor always coming forward and revealing itself.
A deserter, perhaps?
It was the helmet that made it dawn on you- the shape of the visor. Whatever this man was, he was not a storm trooper, or at least you didn't think so.
A modulated sound came through his helmet. You blinked, making an apologetic sound, and he repeated himself. "A room, please?"
Please. As you nodded and turned to grab a card, something in you kneaded softly against your chest as you handed it to him.
A jolt shot through your hands as you felt the tip of his own hand, a smooth glove, brush your own skin. He was quiet, and only nodded and mumbled his thanks before leaving.
An unusual patron indeed.
You didn't see his face the first couple of nights. He would keep his helmet on, turned away from everyone. You heard stories of some Mandalorians being very private with their faces, and you heard him speaking mando'a over the comm system in his helmet, which looked vaugely Mandalorian from what you had seen.
He didn't walk like a Mandalorian though. He was broad, and treaded carefully. His head was level and his voice was soft. He didn't want attention called to him, even if it was hard to not notice him. The scuffed blue paint stood out to the reds, the metals, the browns and blacks that other folks who came through wore.
Your eyes always found the blue armor.
You rounded the corner, carrying the clean towels. You had a nice and folded stack, pausing on occasion to tuck one by each door. They were clean and still warm, but somewhat worn. Not that anyone minded- a clean towel was a luxury in this part of the galaxy. You hummed softly, kneeling down to set the towel neatly on the little table by the door.
It opened swiftly, making you step back in surprise. A sound caught in your throat and you nearly fell back, the towels tumbling from your arm.
A hand caught your arm and kept you from effectively smacking into the floor. You adjusted at the hold and looked up, gulping when the blue helmet tilted. After a moment of silence, he spoke- the first time you heard his voice since he checked in. "You okay?"
You nodded, pulling yourself back up. "Thank you." The grip had been quick and tight. Not that you minded. "Sorry." You leaned down to pick up the towels and start re-folding them.
He knelt down by you and helped. The motions were fluid and un-soldier-like, but he folded every towel crisply and easily, much quicker than you could. You watched as he turned, holding out the towels.
"I should apologize." He said, gently nudging the towels into your arms.
That was the extent of the conversation- He stepped away and moved down the hall, steps silent. The towels were warm in your hands, and felt softer than before if that was even possible. Your mind flitted to the possibility that, perhaps, he had not always been a mercenary, and that thought lived in your head through the remainder of your tasks.
#kix#clone wars kix#clone wars kix x reader#kix x you#star wars kix#star wars reader insert#underappreciated clones#clone wars reader insert#minty writes
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THERES ONLY 2 EPISODES LEFT IM SCARED HELP MOM
I'm all caught up on the bad batch and.
Oh my god.
Why.
Pain
Suffering.
Bye
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I’ve decided to post all of the progress here as well, not just on instagram. Some people have asked to be tagged once I post some progress, but I can’t remember who they were. So if you wanna see future progress, let me know and I’ll tag you!
This one may not look too different from the previous one, but nothing really turned out the way I intended to.
The colors, the textures, the focus, the sounds, the camera, everything just seems so off, and oh boy the animation… this is the result of rushing and not knowing what I’m doing, just inserting keyframes, tweaking the graph editor and hoping for the best. So maybe signing up for this project wasn’t a great idea after all lol. Plus the datapad’s not even fully textured, you can literally see where I started adding details on the front, then for some reason I just left off lol
One thing I’ll definitely work on in the future is the menu itself, because if this project is for a graphic design thesis, then I might as well try to make the only thing that has something to do with it look more presentable. I’ll definitely be changing up the fonts, and I have some other ideas for the background as well.
But for now, I’ll move on to the remaining 5 character menu animations. Originally there were gonna be 5, not 7. At first I was randomly picking out the characters I wanted to make one for, then I realized, it’d probably be best, if each squad got one animation. The 501st gets Rex, the 212th gets Cody, the CG gets Fox, the 104th gets Wolffe, and the 241st gets Tukk. CF99 got Hunter but I really wanted to make one for Tech as well, since modeling and texturing him took the longest 💀
Once all of that’s done, I can finally move on to animating the trailer video. Which I’m terrified of, but oh well lol
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Fresh out of the oven! We're excited to introduce our wonderful Writers!
@emperor-palpaminty
Fabianovich
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We can't wait for you to see the amazing stories they've been writing!
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kiss prompt 20 with Wolffe. This prompt was MADE for him. Like reader smothers him with affection and kisses and he just MELTS into reader. I’m currently crying after thinking about a scenario I made myself
SOMEONE GIVE THIS MAN A KISS. GN reader with Wolfe! Just all around softness and cuddling and hanging out
20- Kiss on a scar
Kisses found here!
"Darling."
The weight shifted into him, and there was a soft sound from his cuddling partner. The couch was soft and warm and comfortable, so he couldn't blame them for their reluctance to move. "Darling, we need to get up."
"No." They mumbled. The word was caught in the fabric of his shirt, soft and cottony against him, and they snuggled further into their commander. Even now he smelled the detergent from days ago. It was floral and light, but the scent settled lazily around them. Not that the rest wasn't deserved- they had both worked hard and were finally taking the break.
Still, Wolffe was used to routine. "Darling," He said again, a bit more firmly. "We need to-"
A whine interrupted. Arms wrapped around his neck sweetly, and he felt the face he adored press into his cheek. Lips pressed the jagged line of flesh on his face, gently, with an affection that broke him. "We need to stay together. And cuddle."
"It's good to move."
"It's good to rest, too." They pecked his face again, before nestling against him. They threw one leg over his hip, trapping him, and pressed their lips to his cheek again.
He stilled. Thoughts of leaving vanished as they fell asleep again, breathing becoming soft and steady. The kisses stopped, but those soft lips stayed against his face. Wolffe paused breathing for a moment. Perhaps if he inhaled too deeply, they would wake up-
They shifted. Wolffe's head darted down to them, and eventually their creased brows eased. He sighed and laid back, fully, hands resting on the warmth of their back.
Routines could wait. This, however- it could not.
#commander wolffe#commander wolffe x reader#sw#star wars comander wolffe#wolffe x reader#wolffe x you#star wars wolffe#star wars reader insert#clone wars reader insert#i have been SLAMMED with work and illness i apologize#i promise i am thinking of good shit#depression is also a bithc but we out here
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Y'all ever have a hard time writing. Like my brain and my hands don't want to
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I'm all caught up on the bad batch and.
Oh my god.
Why.
Pain
Suffering.
Bye
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AYE YO
Sorry it took me so long to come back! I had some medical shit go down. My balance and hearing have been garbage so it's test after test, and I'm mostly just tired. But I am back and want to get back into writing! 💚🧄
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So, something about Rex in the trailer just felt off to me, and I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was 🤔
But then I realized... HIS CAPTAIN PALDRON
He looks so naked without that thing 😂
#rebels be like “oh i thought you had broader shoulders”#and rex is like “uh... yeah” *sweats*#rex#clones
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Two clone commanders from different battalions meeting up to plan a joint operation but neither can remember the others name
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