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lothcat-lothcat-lothwolf-run · 2 hours

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hiiiiii not gonna be on here much today, no spoilers sorry! You’ll see new things later tonight :)

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lothcat-lothcat-lothwolf-run · 18 hours

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Reblogijg this cuz I’m working on it again :)))

soup clone soup clone soup clone

I did it! Not the whole finished work, but more of a short snippet :). My first time posting my work on here, hope you guys like it.

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No matter how many times he ran his blacks through the wash in the communal laundry room, the grease still remained. The smell of it too. Nothing in the cafeteria was practically good, but fresh food was better than ration bars. He got so sick of them that once, on some forsaken planet, he decided to try fishing for his vod’s meal. Using a few berries a bait, he constructed a pole from a clanker arm and a rope. It didn’t take long before something bit, but in trying to real it in, he got thrown into the lake itself. He can still hear his commander mumble about “mir’oisk shinies getting us into trouble with the enemy”. But the frigid waters and relentless teasing was much better than the oisk that they had to eat for the rest of the campaign.

Sighing deeply, CT-1413 gathered his things for the walk back to the barracks. A different bunk in a different wing of a different building, the whole situation felt strange. What happened to the pin-up girls that Bright had beside his bed? Or the wall that they had carved their names into after their first mission? The war was only three years, just over 1,000 coruscanti days, but it felt so much longer. They had all changed so much. It felt strange that it was finally over.

Slipping quietly into the room, he fumbled around trying to find his own bed. The only time to get anything done is peace was in the wee hours of the morning, when most troopers were enjoying their rest.

“Kriff! What are you doing, 1413?”

Karking hell, this is exactly what he wanted to avoid. Wandering around kamino at night wasn’t the most innocent looking behavior when 5 defectives turned only a day ago. Besides, it also wasn’t the finest way to try and get along with your new squad.

“N-nothing, Commander Numa…sir. Just doing some late night-uh-loads of laundry?”

“From the food fight? The smell of broth follows you like a hungry tooka. You were very lucky you weren’t called for disciplinary action, trooper. If it was my blacks, my lunch…things would have gone differently.”

The commander turned over to face the opposite row of soldiers. Taking this as a sign to leave, he continued to try and find his bunk in the ever-lasting darkness.

As he sat there, staring at the powered-off ion lights, he wondered about what Bright and the rest of the Vod would think.

It had only been days, but he could feel them growing father out of reach. Yes, they all have the same voice and face, but the inflictions on certain words, Tricker’s biting sarcasm, even the sound of himself laughing was becoming forgin. He listed over them in his head so he could remember. He wasn’t going to grow old, he promised himself that when he was still a cadet. If his joints ever ached or his memory fades, he himself would put the blaster to his head. The clones were created for usefulness, not to become veterans of a forgotten war. The whole vod promised too, that they wouldn’t let themselves overstay their welcome in the galaxy. And they didn’t, in the end. Now he just has to uphold his end of the bargain.

He often wondered on nights like these about who else shared this bunk, shared these sheets and pillows. He never knew the trooper he replaced. Their squad must have held them in high regard, because nothing he ever did seemed to gain their respect. He wondered if they used to be the commander of a battalion or an arc trooper. Did they die with glory? Was it a sacrifice? Did he get shot down on the field of battle with hundreds of his brothers? What mixed with his blood first, the dirt of the unnamed moon he died on or was it the sweat under his armor? He admired whoever they were with a morbid curiosity and desire. If they had switched places, they would both be were they belong.

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lothcat-lothcat-lothwolf-run · 18 hours

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Another death confirmed??? JEN WHY

just shut the f up Jennifer, I love you but this ain't funny anymore

plan 99 again? please I already have no hope, genuinely expect the worst, and feel sick to my stomach just becouse it's last bad batch eve.

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lothcat-lothcat-lothwolf-run · 1 day

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sending everyone some comfort on this final bad batch eve.

it’s been an honor.

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happy last ever bad batch eve! I’m gonna go cry now

#the bad batch #tbb #clone wars series #tbb spoilers

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lothcat-lothcat-lothwolf-run · 1 day

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soup clone soup clone soup clone

I did it! Not the whole finished work, but more of a short snippet :). My first time posting my work on here, hope you guys like it.

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No matter how many times he ran his blacks through the wash in the communal laundry room, the grease still remained. The smell of it too. Nothing in the cafeteria was practically good, but fresh food was better than ration bars. He got so sick of them that once, on some forsaken planet, he decided to try fishing for his vod’s meal. Using a few berries a bait, he constructed a pole from a clanker arm and a rope. It didn’t take long before something bit, but in trying to real it in, he got thrown into the lake itself. He can still hear his commander mumble about “mir’oisk shinies getting us into trouble with the enemy”. But the frigid waters and relentless teasing was much better than the oisk that they had to eat for the rest of the campaign.

Sighing deeply, CT-1413 gathered his things for the walk back to the barracks. A different bunk in a different wing of a different building, the whole situation felt strange. What happened to the pin-up girls that Bright had beside his bed? Or the wall that they had carved their names into after their first mission? The war was only three years, just over 1,000 coruscanti days, but it felt so much longer. They had all changed so much. It felt strange that it was finally over.

Slipping quietly into the room, he fumbled around trying to find his own bed. The only time to get anything done is peace was in the wee hours of the morning, when most troopers were enjoying their rest.

“Kriff! What are you doing, 1413?”

Karking hell, this is exactly what he wanted to avoid. Wandering around kamino at night wasn’t the most innocent looking behavior when 5 defectives turned only a day ago. Besides, it also wasn’t the finest way to try and get along with your new squad.

“N-nothing, Commander Numa…sir. Just doing some late night-uh-loads of laundry?”

“From the food fight? The smell of broth follows you like a hungry tooka. You were very lucky you weren’t called for disciplinary action, trooper. If it was my blacks, my lunch…things would have gone differently.”

The commander turned over to face the opposite row of soldiers. Taking this as a sign to leave, he continued to try and find his bunk in the ever-lasting darkness.

As he sat there, staring at the powered-off ion lights, he wondered about what Bright and the rest of the Vod would think.

It had only been days, but he could feel them growing father out of reach. Yes, they all have the same voice and face, but the inflictions on certain words, Tricker’s biting sarcasm, even the sound of himself laughing was becoming forgin. He listed over them in his head so he could remember. He wasn’t going to grow old, he promised himself that when he was still a cadet. If his joints ever ached or his memory fades, he himself would put the blaster to his head. The clones were created for usefulness, not to become veterans of a forgotten war. The whole vod promised too, that they wouldn’t let themselves overstay their welcome in the galaxy. And they didn’t, in the end. Now he just has to uphold his end of the bargain.

He often wondered on nights like these about who else shared this bunk, shared these sheets and pillows. He never knew the trooper he replaced. Their squad must have held them in high regard, because nothing he ever did seemed to gain their respect. He wondered if they used to be the commander of a battalion or an arc trooper. Did they die with glory? Was it a sacrifice? Did he get shot down on the field of battle with hundreds of his brothers? What mixed with his blood first, the dirt of the unnamed moon he died on or was it the sweat under his armor? He admired whoever they were with a morbid curiosity and desire. If they had switched places, they would both be were they belong.

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lothcat-lothcat-lothwolf-run · 2 days

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aay'han

bittersweet perfect moment of mourning and joy - remembering and celebrating

So for the next few days, I think it’s important we remember this word. We mourn, but we also continue to celebrate what we love.

Happy TBB finale week!!!

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lothcat-lothcat-lothwolf-run · 2 days

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I wast the tech/CX-2 thing so bad. So bad. They could even kill him off again, I just want to see my baby boy again :(((. It would be heartbreaking and tragic and so painful for both the audience and the batch themselves but I need it. It’s the best option possible, aside from a spin-off

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I have become a hunter simp just in time for the finale and I’m screaming

#the bad batch #tbb #tbb spoilers #hunter tbb #tbb hunter #His slutty little waist

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lothcat-lothcat-lothwolf-run · 2 days

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me at the gym sobbing loudly on the treadmill cuz I’m watching the clone wars

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lothcat-lothcat-lothwolf-run · 2 days

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ohohoho mow this is good fic writing inspo, indeed

Got really emotional thinking about how Ezra did the majority of grieving whilst fighting for his life in the unknown regions.

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Got really emotional thinking about how Ezra did the majority of grieving whilst fighting for his life in the unknown regions.

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lothcat-lothcat-lothwolf-run · 5 days

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I’m not ready for another “burying the dead” moment :(((((

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lothcat-lothcat-lothwolf-run · 5 days

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the urge to chomp on a jerky stick is real. I wanna live in the forests and make some dried meat.

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lothcat-lothcat-lothwolf-run · 5 days

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ehehehehehe

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lothcat-lothcat-lothwolf-run · 5 days

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you ever remember that in the unfinished animations for the bad batch arc in the clone wars, crosshair insinuates that echo switched sides?

And then remember how he said “If I was left for dead, I wouldn’t be so loyal”??

Dave I am in your walls begging for mercy

Edit:thanks for the actual quote :)

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