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Looking at “Rising Malevolence” and “Mercy Mission” together, you can see how much Wolffe and Sinker evolve over the course of four seasons. What’s fascinating to me is that their character arcs move in opposite directions.
"Rising Malevolence" brings them face-to-face with death for the first time; they couldn’t be in a worse situation. Of the four survivors, Wolffe is the most vulnerable and the least useful. Nevertheless, he stands fast. His strong spirit enables him to put forth his best conduct: he’s steady, trusting, even good-humored. Sinker is not. His spirit has been depressed for a long time already, so he can’t help succumbing to negativity in the heat of the moment.
The massacre roots a new fear in both of them: fear of loss. It’s their responsibility to keep their men alive, and yet they both failed. What’s to stop it from happening again? They have no control over who survives and who doesn’t, when and where and how their troopers will die, whether it’ll be a few casualties or an entire battalion.
Amidst this fear, both of them are confronted by Plo Koon. A general who vows to share that responsibility with them. Who, through actions and not just words, commits to the kind of leadership that not only values their men’s survival but also their wellbeing.
This is the crossroads where their arcs diverge.
Sinker, against all his instincts, vices, and traumas, decides to trust General Plo. It doesn’t come easily, or all at once, but, as the Jedi continues to make good on his promise, he learns to ease up. Gradually, his spirit heals and grows stronger. By “Mercy Mission,” he’s noticeably more lighthearted, invested, and confident: a man transformed for the better.
Wolffe, however, can’t let go of his fear. It’s proportionally greater than Sinker’s; he has lost, and stands to lose, much more. He does trust General Plo, deeply, but he also harbors the disturbing knowledge that the Jedi isn’t invincible. For all his power, General Plo can still die—and that can’t happen. The 104th would go adrift without him, so he must be protected at all costs. Wolffe takes up this extra burden in secret. He becomes vigilant, overprotective, strained, insular. He won't acknowledge it, but his spirit is staggering under the weight. “Mercy Mission” shows us a glimpse of this transformation: a man who’s bone-weary and so preoccupied with the status of his absent comrades that he has no patience or sympathy for the Aleena.
Maybe it was never in the cards for him, to be healthy and flourishing and secure. Maybe his path would've always led down a darker road than Sinker's despite experiencing the same profound kindness. It's such a shame, for if any clone needed a little hope, it's him. I'm halfway through his story now, the beginning of the end, and he's about to enter the darkest valley of his life.
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ominouspuff · 4 months
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Trading jedi-general shenanigans with the squad
Another what-if AU where order 66 gets outmaneuvered and they all get to wear cozy sweaters together
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clone wars writers: We're gonna create a new series to explore Anakins arc more and make his fall more understandable. We will also explore the Jedis culture before the Empire. You'll have Obi-Wan, Anakin, Ahsoka and many more amazing Jedi to show you this era of the universe :)
literally all of us: clones, clones, clones, clones clones clones clones clonesclonesclonesclonesclonesclo-
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deardiaryts4 · 1 month
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Detective Solomon Wolff - The Beginning
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mosneakers · 2 months
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Remington's Ruse
1 Remington Point
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Jasper Remington: "Welcome esteemed guests, as we traverse through these halls of reverence and eccentricity. To some, it may be known as a peculiar masterpiece nestled atop a hill in the quaint town of Riverview, to others, perhaps, an eyesore—but to those of us who have the privilege to journey through her walls, to explore her architecture, we will come to understand, as the tour commences, that this house is not merely a testament to my unwavering vision and unbridled passion. Rather, it is a manifestation of divine intervention, granting me the ability to design this home with purpose and meaning."
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Cody Remington: Hey lady, are you lost or something? "Pardon me, seems I've wandered too far. What a charming bedroom. Is it yours?"
Cody: Yes Ma'am. Mine and my little sister's... Our bedroom isn't open to the public.
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"Of course, not. My apologies. I was just finishing up my tour here. I wouldn't want to impose any longer." The visitor replied with a courteous smile, nodding to Cody before turning to leave the bedroom.
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Cody: [Cocks eyebrow, softens tone] ...Need a hand there, ma'am? Could I carry your bag for you or something? "Oh, goodness, no! No, thank you sweetheart, I'm perfectly capable. You take good care now, okay?" Cody: Yes ma'am, likewise.
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Eileen Remington: Who the hell are you? "Morgana Wolff." She spoke, so sweetly. Eileen: [Takes a long drag of cigarette, exhales] And what are you lookin' at, Morgana Wolff? Morgana: Nothing. Just all the smoke and ash that fills this home.
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blorbocedes · 6 months
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Lewis posting videos of all f1 academy girlies individually introducing themselves and their highlight of the season to his 34 million followers is great exposure and very VERY cute 💗
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ef-1 · 9 months
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Visual Narratives | Hungary 2023
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greenplumbboblover · 4 months
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Life is Sunniest in Sunset Valley - Chapter 8
Or read it here: Simblr.cc
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honeyjars-sims · 21 days
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Episode 24: Shared Interest
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Time didn’t ease the tension between Morgana and Jamie; in fact, it only grew until Jamie’s friendship with Thornton began to suffer as well. Paul was initially relieved; maybe some time away from Thornton would make it easier for his relationship with Jamie to develop.
Unfortunately, it was hard for him to ignore how affected she was by the rift. Paul would have felt guilty for celebrating the demise of their friendship given the pain it caused Jamie, but deep down he knew this wasn’t about friendship.
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One evening he saw Thornton and Jamie having a heated argument followed by them retreating to Thornton’s dorm room.
Paul watched the door expectantly, waiting for them to emerge. After several minutes, the door finally flew open and they retreated in opposite directions without saying a word.
Jamie made a beeline for Paul. “Let’s go to your room,” she suggested and he followed suit.
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Once in Paul’s room, Jamie sat on his bed expectantly. As he moved in closer, Paul immediately knew that something physical had happened between Jamie and Thornton moments earlier.
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The smell of Thornton’s cologne, some designer fragrance that Paul didn’t know the name of but had become all too familiar, was all over her. He knew he should have felt jealous by this revelation and he did, a bit. But that feeling was soon overpowered by another emotion.
He let his mind wander to the place he usually kept buried. He couldn't stop thinking about what might've happened in that room, who touched who and where.
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“He’s all over you.” He hadn’t mean to say it, but his words were now hanging in the air, unable to be ignored.
Jamie pulled away. “I’m sorry,” she began. “But we’re not exclusive, so I didn’t think–” Paul cut her off. “I like it,” he said...
The rest of this post is too spicy for Tumblr! You can read the rest on my pillowfort.
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wantonlywindswept · 9 months
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CC Aurek Batch + 1
wanted to write some command batch shenanigans with a side of Just Slightly Weird. are they force-users? fae? eldritch creatures? i have no idea!
obligatory mandoa meanings, tho I use them as names so it doesn’t really matter, and it’s clarified who is who later on:
Mirdala: clever, smart
Edee: jaws, teeth
Kote: glory
Buirkan: responsibility
Gettse: courage, nerve
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"Why is it," Alpha-17 sighed, "That whenever stupid shit happens, it's always you five?"
Every member of CC Batch Aurek blinked at him in unison, wearing the same identical expressions of innocence.
Creepy.
"Sorry, sir," Mirdala lied, like the little liar that he was. 
"Didn't mean to cause problems, sir," Edee also lied.
Kote opened his mouth but Alpha held up a hand, stopping him from speaking. Kote was a terrible liar. It was embarrassing. Alpha had completely failed in teaching that one any kind of subtlety, and did not need a reminder of the reason for Fordo's constant mockery.
"Alright," he said, "Show me the poor cadet you kidnapped."
"I wasn't kidnapped," a young, mulish voice said from behind the perfectly-arrayed line of teenage CCs. "I came on purpose."
"Yes, I'm sure they gave you the option of refusing," Alpha drawled. He glanced pointedly toward Buirkan, who at least had the decency to look somewhat guilty about it. "Go on, move."
The quintet shuffled uncertainly, holding out just a little longer before finally parting to reveal the cadet tucked behind Kote and Gettse, gently pushing him forward. Alpha'd had his suspicions about why Aurek decided to openly lay claim on a CT, and the blond roots in the kid's hair certainly explained some of it.
"CT-7567, sir," the cadet said, snapping to attention. His salute was a little shaky, but Alpha didn't often interact with the CTs, and the rumors of him being an asshole were--well, true, but at least a little overblown.
When the cadet stopped there, offering nothing else, Alpha turned his attention to Aurek with a pointed, judgemental frown.
Kote stepped forward and wrapped an arm around the kid's shoulders.
"His name is Rex," Kote said proudly, with the smugness of someone who'd clearly won naming rights, going by the disgruntled looks from his batchers. 
"He's one of Us," Edee added, belligerent, as if that was enough to excuse the five of them causing chaos and abducting a CT from the cadet barracks in broad fucking daylight. But Alpha heard the emphasis, and--
Well. That was enough.
The thing that not a lot of people knew--or if they did, they shut their damned mouths about it--was that the very first batch of CC-class clones decanted came out...odd.
'Unsettling,' had been the word Mij Gilamar used, said without rancor, unlike the reactions from some of the other trainers. 'Unnatural,' was what Walon Vau called them. Isabelle Reau said that they were 'horrible little abominations', and while Alpha cared exactly fuck-all about what Reau and Priest had to say, he still made sure that Aurek never ended up near their illicit battle circles. 
Jango Fett had watched them for a single training session, face growing steadily darker as they demolished the shooting range, and then he'd turned heel and left without a word. 
Alpha was pretty sure that was just because they were already close to beating his scores. Sucks to suck, Prime.
There was nothing psychologically, physically, or genetically wrong about Aurek--that the Kaminoans could prove, anyway--and all five were clearly on track to be high-ranked soldiers whenever the war finally started. 
But they were, admittedly, really fucking weird sometimes.
"That true?" Alpha asked the cadet. "You're one of them?"
Now that he looked, he could see the similarities between Rex and the rest of Aurek: the little CT was already synced with them, breathing and blinking in time. His eyes bore the same unnatural intensity, and Alpha wondered if he would also be able to locate the others no matter how far away they were.
Rex nodded, a pleased smile breaking across his face. It didn't seem like he smiled that often.
"Yeah!" he said enthusiastically. "I'm one of them, and they're one of me, and we're all gonna be together now."
Rex looked up at Kote, who smiled besottedly down at him.
"This is Cody!" he said. 
"And this is Gree," he said, patting Gettse's arm.
"That's Bly," he said, nodding toward Buirkan.
"And those're Fox and Wolffe," he said, pointing at Mirdala and Edee.
Alpha took in the newly-named Aurek batch with raised eyebrows. They couldn't quite mask their happiness at the new monikers, and Bly stepped forward, meeting Alpha's gaze.
"We will always treasure the names you gave us," he said earnestly, as if Alpha was some tubie in need of reassurance, "But we gave him his name, and he wanted to give us something back."
It wasn't as if the clones had possessions, after all, and names were one of the few things that the Kaminoans couldn't take away. 
Alpha scoffed and cuffed Bly in the side of the head.
"I'm not offended, you little brat," he said, "And I'll still call you what I damn well want."
Bly just beamed at him, pleased, and Alpha rolled his eyes. He pushed Bly back into the circle of his batchers and their new plus-one, and if there was any kind of gentleness in his touch, he would deny it until he died.
"Meet up for training tomorrow at the usual time," he ordered, "And bring the kid with you."
Grins all around. 
"Sir, yes sir!"
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The first thing that belonged to Wolffe was his name.
He was six years old and everything else belonged to the Kaminoans. The bunk he slept in, the blasters he practiced with, the table he sat at to eat, the scratchy uniforms he had to wear. Every clone, from the tiny squalling infants to the commanders-in-training like himself. Even the number that identified him, 3636, was theirs.
But not his name. That was his own.
The next thing that belonged to him was his armor. He was ten. He served the Republic, part of its Grand Army fighting its war, and technically it owned everything, including him. But that armor was his, no question. He sweated and bled to earn it. He had chosen the somber color. He had designed and painted the markings himself. It meant so much more to him than functionality. Each time he strapped it on, he remembered why.
Yet it wasn’t his most valuable belonging.
With his command had come a battalion. Six hundred troopers, property of the Republic all, bred for victory and death in battle. Or so the official line went. He saw it differently. These men belonged to him, but not because of jurisdiction. Clad in gray, a brotherhood working as one, they were his pack—his family—and it was his job to keep them alive. Fine was the line between serving the cause and protecting those who served. It took everything he had. But he didn’t walk it alone. He had the General.
Jedi don’t belong to clone troopers.
That had been an accepted fact for the longest time. The General belonged to the Jedi Order; everything about him stood out. His brown robes, his cryptic sayings, his steady faith, his counterintuitive thinking, his powers both innate and bestowed. He couldn’t be more different. Or so Wolffe had thought. Until the Citadel mission, when the General’s heart became known, when the two of them were on the same page for the first time. That’s when it clicked.
The General belonged to him, to all of them, and it was time everyone knew.
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yesterdayiwrote · 2 years
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Toto texting George under the desk in strategy meetings, encouraging him to terrorise the engineers, is my new favourite piece of information
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persimminwrites · 1 year
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i love one (1) man.
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niobiumao3 · 2 months
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My current theory about how the Empire finds Pabu is it's Wolffe.
Infiltration/Extraction is reportedly recruitment bill focused, and episode 8 is a cliffhanger. So, Episode 8 is probably the Pabu invasion. How do they find Pabu?
Setting aside my intense dislike for an Imperial Tech plot, they don't need a bamboozeled Tech to find Pabu. The Emperor gave Hemlock all the resources he needs to find it. But maybe he won't even need them.
If Infiltration/Extraction is about saving clones slated for 'retirement' and Wolffe is there/nabbed by Rex, it's entirely possible he phones home. We already know after DECADES of rehab with Gregor and Rex that Wolffe is STILL fucked up from his chip. It'd make perfect sense if he radios in and gives them all up.
This also lines up with something a reviewer said, that Crosshair would see true forgiveness in the face of a great betrayal. Logically it would make sense this is about Hunter and Crosshair--but what if it's about Wolffe and the residents of Pabu/Shep/Lyana?
Anyways. This would also make Wolffe's presence in the season a bit more logical. Sure, he could be Rex and Echo's inside man but I just don't think he's going to do a Cody and choose to turn. I suspect he has to be hauled out kicking and screaming. And that might be what costs them Pabu.
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Within the hour the team made another leap on the case. Solomon applied his brain and wrote down a list of potential usernames to search on social media.
Whether this person actually knows the victim is unknown by the team. There are no social media posts/pictures to suggest this is the same person from the email. But it's something so they are working with it. Leggooooo
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mosneakers · 3 months
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The hot summer sun cast a warm glow over the privileged patrons of the Sunset Valley Country Club. The Darling sisters, growing like weeds every day, splashed in the pool, blissfully unaware of the silent disapproval of onlookers.
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Morgana Wolff gazed with adoration, as the heavily pregnant Agnes Darling basked in the warm rays of the sun. "Goodness Agnes, you're just glowing." She admired.
"Oh, quit it, you!" Agnes scoffed.
"No, I mean it!" Morgana added. "Your complexion looks flawless, and that hair of yours is so shiny and bouncy. Must be those vitamins you've been taking."
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Agnes's mind flashed back to a memory of some old wives' tale Bianca Crumplebottom had shared with her the last time the Crumplebottom Sisters paid a visit:
"Blossoming in the bottom of the belly, a daughter spends her time mimicking her mother's actions, and thieving her of her divine beauty. Yet, a son nestled within, enchants his mother with radiant grace."
"Well it's because I'm having a boy, if you believe in nonsense." Agnes replied with an irritable eyeroll.
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"That's absurd, darling. You were gorgeous through all your pregnancies." She grinned. Morgana had always been a loyal friend to Agnes, but it was when Agnes was with child, that a particular instinct within Morgana kicked in. She protected Agnes fiercely, especially during the day when Erik was away at work, faithfully concealing her own longing for the maternal bliss Agnes experienced.
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Agnes dismissed the old wives' tales as archaic and superstitious. The gender of her child held no importance to her; life had already given her everything she could ever want.
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As anticipation grew, Agnes delved into nesting, transforming her makeshift painting studio and home office into a charming little nursery adorned with sunny shades of yellow.
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There were various reactions elicited upon announcing the impending arrival of the third Darling child, though the predominant sentiments were ones of joy and support.
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...Mostly. With Agnes and Erik dedicating so much of their time to preparing for the new baby, the soon-to-be Darling middle child was left to her own devices, seeking life-long attention from the lurking shadows of her mind...
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