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Just here for the clones.
@mis-mcgifsten
Lover of fanfic and fanart but not creative myself. Just like the way fandom expands upon things unsaid, unexplored and unexpected. Fan of Fox, Rex, Cody and Obi-Wan Kenobi. Clone rights, Jedi positive, definitely adult, occasional nsft posts, clone shipper.
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PSA to fic readers, it is so hard to freak a fic writer out with your comments. we are just as crazy about the fic as you are.
tell me you love it. tell me it made you slam your laptop shut. tell me you brought it up at your college lecture about kink. key smash in all caps. quote the passage that made you think. i promise, we’ll love it.
we spend hours thinking about it, writing it, editing it. there is no such thing as over enthusiasm when you’re talking about our fics to us. we are sooooo weird about them, i assure you. you are just matching my freak. the freak bar is already set so high. feel no anxiety about enjoying something and letting the creator know.
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(this came out of a conversation in the comments on a previous post about an author threatening to stop updating a fic because of lack of engagement)
So there’s this idea that fic writers should write for themselves and not care too much about stats or engagement,
and i totally get the sentiment behind that. if writing becomes entirely about stats and external validation, something important does get lost - creative freedom and joy, conviction in your own writing
but i also think:
“i write for myself, but i post for others.”
because posting fic is not only self-expression. it’s social. ao3 is called an archive, but emotionally it often functions as a community space.
people post for connection, for participation, for others to bear witness to their pain and trauma and grief,
and i don’t think most people are asking to be admired so much as acknowledged. there’s something deeply human about wanting another person to encounter something that mattered to you and go:
“ok, yeah, I see what you were trying to say. I see you.”
especially because fanfic is often people processing very real feelings through fictional characters at a safe distance, one step removed,
and then uploading that deeply personal thing into a shared archive and hoping somebody else might connect with it.
And i think that’s why it hurts so much when you summon up the courage and post a fic into the void and you get nothing back,
'hounds have such strong sense of smell that they can smell a person in a place they are now and the place they were an hour ago just as strongly and then get confused' i need this applied to force sensing abilities like with quinlan and cal kestis feeling the past, and also sifo dyas too (he sees you and you in the future at once)
HE'S FINE DW o66 was avoided, he's safe, he's just gotta deal with being sad about losing some friends (and having one friend reach new never before seen pits of misery)
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Everything that was broken has
forgotten its brokenness. I live
now in a sky-house, through every
window the sun. Also, your presence.
Our touching, our stories. Earthy
and holy both. How can this be, but
it is. Every day has something in
it whose name is Forever.
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Jesse/Kix
Characters: Kix, Jesse, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Fluff, Wholesome, Cake, Coffee Shops, Shore Leave, Cloneshipping | Clone Trooper/Clone Trooper Relationships (Star Wars), Clone Troopers Deserve Better (Star Wars), Not Beta Read
Summary:
“Are you sure this is the right direction?” Jesse asked doubtfully.
“Yes, love, I’m sure,” Kix replied, his eyes scanning the giant holoscreen floating above the hovertrain station’s entrance. “I asked Taimi this morning and they told me everything I need to know. There’s no reason not to trust them.”
So I can’t stop laughing at The Fast and the Furriest by @thefoundationproject and I just have to spend this morning redrawing the trending Russian cat meme into illustration for this arc of Soft Wars. I modelled Kitty Commanders after cats I had or have right now.
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always a sucker for wingfic! putting cody in the jar and shaking him for @drowninginmytbr
Overall, the most challenging element of the entire situation was the disappointing lack of professionalism in the conduct of his fellow officer.
After the third full minute of laughter, Cody’s patience had thoroughly expired. He took a deep breath through his nose, manfully refrained from rolling his eyes, and let the breath out again.
“Whenever you’re done, captain.”
The unspoken which had better be soon evidently managed to filter through the fluff Rex held between his ears, as Rex finally—finally—exerted some decorum and began to literally smother his giggles, pressing his hands over his mouth like a tubie. He remained doubled over, the side of his face pressed into Cody’s bunk where he’d partially collapsed, his helmet abandoned during the first wave of laughter. Rex’s eyes were bright and his cheeks stained with tears. He’d been weeping at Cody’s misfortune. Weeping!
They were at war and Rex was laughing in Cody’s face.
If anyone in Cody’s vicinity should be weeping, it was Cody himself.
“Sorry, Cody. Sorry,” Rex said, only to break off with a hiccupped giggle. He wiped his eyes on Cody’s bedsheet. “Sorry. I’m stopping.”
“You’re on laundry duty. Forever.”
“I know.” Another hiccup. Rex rolled his lips between his teeth. “Whew! I’m done.” He coughed and straightened to standing, where he smoothed down his chest armour as if it had become creased. He cleared his throat. “Done. I’m done.”
His gaze remained fixed on Cody’s face, determinedly so, like a shiny confronted with their first Twi-lek.
Cody arched a brow. The one on the scarred side, so Rex knew he meant business.
“Are you sure?”
A nod. “Very much so.”
“Then if I do this” –Cody twitched one of his new appendages and the tiny, useless wing sent a waft of sparkles billowing over Cody’s shoulder, straight at Rex’s smirking face— “you’ll be… That’s what I thought.”
Rex collapsed to the floor with a howl of laughter. Multicoloured sparkles stuck to his eyelashes and joined the constellations of shiny Force-knew-what already caught in his hair. Cody sighed. It had been an hour since he’d returned from the planet with the ancient temple, trailing a slug trail of sparkles throughout the Negotiator, and he had yet to devise a stratagem for recovery, because his second couldn’t stop laughing about it.
And they hadn’t even gotten to the part about General Kenobi.
“Do you think he’ll be much longer, Commander?” Kenobi asked, his voice nearly lost beneath Rex’s cackling.
Cody tapped the collar of his armour, nudging against the tiny hands holding on the rim. Kenobi hadn’t wanted to ride in Cody’s utility pouch, and had instead requested the view from Cody’s shoulder; as a result, he’d become nearly invisible within the plastoid. Rex had yet to notice him.
Finally getting his general into armour had not been worth the price.
In response to Kenobi’s question, Cody shook his head. Toeing Rex none too gently in the side, and getting only a red-faced giggling squirm of clone in response, Cody mentally wrote off the rest of his afternoon. He found himself wishing that General Skywalker were around, instead of off adventuring with Commander Tano.
That was what the situation had reduced Cody to: wishing for Anakin Skywalker to fix a problem.
Cold horror washed through Cody.
“I think I’m going to check in with the medics,” he said.
