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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I am graduating from my university very soon so now I am taking my only partially employed time to enjoy star wars like God intended. I continue my fanfictions on AO3 and hope I will be able to finish them both.
Asking if something that isnt otherwise stated to be not AI isnt inherently rude to ask. It depends on how it was asked. Even clarifying with just a "No" would be less of a shitty butthurt thing to do than just blocking someone. What pussy ass bitches those authors were.
what pussy ass bitch is YOU asking this while literally HIDING behind anon lmao.
anybody can block anyone for any reason. I once blocked someone because I disliked the color of their layout. also asking if a fic is ai is an accusation, doesn’t matter how “polite” you’re being, which from the nature of your ask, I don’t think you’re capable of being that.
would you be offended or at least disturbed if people politely asked you if you were a sex offender? obviously it’s not on the same level as ai, but it’s still something that is not true (oh boy I sure hope you’re not actually a sex offender) and it’s rude / annoying.
fanfic writers do NOT owe your entitled pussy ass bitch anything.
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"proship just means anti censorship and anti harassment" and i agree with those ideals but honestly that's literally the bare fucking minimum. i don't get why we need to have a special label to identify with just for following said bare minimum. it's kinda giving "look at me! i'm a good person! aren't i such a good person?!"
because whether or not you like it, there are people who harass others over fiction. in an ideal world where no one harassed people over fiction, the label wouldn’t have existed at all.
so instead of “hey, look at me I’m a good person”, what the label says is “actually I do not agree with all of you who think it’s okay to harass real people over fiction”.
I don't really know how to say it without sounding like a pro-harassment weirdo but I'm so tired of being nice to antis. Blocking them and ignoring them isn't working. We need to start being more and more meaner to them. Start telling them to shut up and fuck off whenever they express their shitty ass opinions. Start calling them out directly. We gotta make it clear that they aren't welcome in fandom at all.
respectfully, this isn’t “harassment” on your part. it’s you standing up for yourself / your community, which is always a good thing.
if someone is rude and/or harassing you and you’re “rude” and/or “harassing” them back, then the only person who’s doing the harassment and being rude is them. what you do is stand up for yourself and fandom space.
no one should be nice and polite to their bullies.
The Commanders of the Coruscant Guard all had abilities compatible with the planet they were deployed on, inadvertently or not, nobody knew.
Thorn controlling electricity on an ecumenopolis was just as useful for their role as a military force on the homefront as Stone’s capacity to learn secrets thanks to the whispers of millions of voices only he could hear. And while being able to conjure any weapon of his choice from the closest vicinity would have helped Thire on the front lines, it was just as handy for both his missions off-world and as a shock trooper. But Fox’s ability wasn't just handy on Coruscant. Fox’s connection to the planet was much deeper. He was Coruscant’s ears and eyes. Sometimes he was even her hands, acting for her where she couldn't reach. And in exchange, she was his voice when he couldn't speak. She guided him whenever he needed a path. She was his anchor, keeping him from getting lost. Fox’s link to Coruscant was deeply emotional but also so much more than that.
Echo had always thought it was a question of trust as well. Coruscant trusted Fox to be its corporeal messenger among mortal beings. And Fox… Fox was letting Coruscant take care of every emotion he couldn't express, everything he felt and that he had to hide, and that talked louder than anything else about how much Fox trusted his planet.
For the past two months, Coruscant had cried for Fox, grieved in his place. Coruscant had told of the pain that the Commander in chief of the Coruscant Guard had to hide. But today, the rain had calmed to an agitated truce.
The pilot had said they had been lucky to arrive right for a lull in the endless storm. They wouldn't have been able to land on the planet's surface if not for it. Echo had said nothing. He barely said a word of the entire trip, too lost in his thoughts at the prospect of the incoming meeting.
Fox was not someone who let people enter in his life easily, and he let them take root there even less. Echo didn't remember if their Commander had told them directly or made them understand a different way, as he tended to do, but he and Fives knew why. Sometimes it felt like he had always known. Sometimes, Echo could swear he had known Fox for as long as he did Fives. How could he ignore that Fox’s problem wasn't any lack of emotion, like some rumours had it ? With how much Fox loved and how strongly he cared, those rumours had always sounded ridiculous to Echo. And now, as he looked down on Coruscant covered in thick, dark clouds, he could never forget why Fox didn't let people in easily. It was the only way he had to try and control the power other people had on him.
Echo and Fives did what they wished they’d never do. They broke Fox against their will, hurted him like he could never be hurt. Echo saw it in every cloud, he felt it every time the wind grew too strong and shaked the shuttle like a rag in a kaminoan storm. Hopefully, he will be able to mend him back. Hopefully, in the pieces of Fox that he’ll try to put back together, he will find a little bit of place to mend Fives and himself there as well.
The plastoid of the armor Tech insisted on fitting him creaked slightly under his grip. Rex looked up at him, Echo ignored it. He still loosened his fingers where they had been tightening on his thigh. The landing felt like it lasted an eternity for the short minutes that it truly took. Getting out of the shuttle wasn't much better. Echo felt clumsy with his prosthetics, the noise of them clanking on the durasteel grated in his ears. At least Rex had the kindness of letting him get out first, waiting patiently behind.
He had barely put his feet on the ground before he stopped, breath stuck in his throat, for just a second. Echo hadn't expected to see Fox on the other side of the landing platform, hands clasped behind his back, eyes fixed on him. For all his bravado in front of the Captain, Echo hadn't been completely honest with Rex. He hadn't known how he’d react to seeing Fox. He liked to lie to himself by thinking that it was because of much more complex and messy reasons than what Rex wanted to make it look like. The time that had passed, the hell he had just been rescued from — so much things had built between them. The truth, of course, was much simpler and harder to accept.
When he stepped out of the larty and saw Fox, waiting for him, always waiting, he thought he was going to freeze. Right there and then, under the wind, under those hidden eyes. He had regretted not putting his own helmet on, chastised himself for wanting to hide what he had become. And yet, impossibly, naturally, he kept moving. He walked all the way down to Fox, just like he did so many times before.
“Hi.” Echo wasn't expecting the small smile lifting the corners of his mouth, neither was Fox.
“Echo...”
He heard the shuddering breath, saw without seeing the way Fox clenched his fists behind his back.
Fox had shot Fives with the intent to kill. Echo couldn't shake away the weight of it, as much as he wanted to. Neither could Fox, standing in front of him, holding himself as straight as ever by sheer force of habit and nothing else. Fox had shot Fives, apparently without remembering his resurrection abilities, to kill him and keep him dead. They stayed silent, staring at each through Fox's visor, both of them left raw by everything that happened to them.
Echo moved first, slowly reaching for Fox's helmet, leaving him time to stop him if he wanted to. When his hand reached the helmet, unsealing it, relief loosened his shoulders slightly. He hadn't been sure if Fox would let him do that. Belatedly, he also realized he had been waiting for Fox to flinch away from him. It didn't happen.
Fox looked pale, eyes red and bruised with exhaustion. He looked moments away from breaking apart and stared at Echo as if he was the one who would decide when it would happen. That, Echo was expecting. He had felt Coruscant holding its breath, wind falling completely, like the silent preparations that always preceded a storm. He knew that both man and planet were waiting for him to shatter the truce completely. The silence had been promising the worst of storms to come since the larty landed. He’d just have to prove them both wrong. Echo had been in enough explosions for the rest of his lifetime and was not planning to create a new one.
Putting his hand on Fox's cheek, once the helmet was secured under what was left of his right arm, was much easier than he thought. Guiding Fox into a keldabe kiss was as natural as the last time he saw him, two years ago. He felt Fox's breath shuddering on his skin, the Commander’s eyes stubbornly screwed shut to keep the tears at bay. He didn't know which one of them was clinging the most to the other.
Fox just held him tighter, head falling on his shoulder for a moment. It wasn't very comfortable for either of them, plastoid digging in their flesh, but that never stopped them before and it certainly wasn't going to start now.
“Fox…” He started, lips pressed against his partner's hair.
“Don't.” The Commander cut him, voice rougher than usual, rendered small by something else than disuse. “Don’t say anything, I can't know.”
Echo tensed, even as he kept his arms securely around Fox’s shoulders. It explained some of his questions. It created just as many new ones. Echo will definitely have to grill Thorn later.
But for now, he didn't have the time to start thinking and plotting, Fox was pushing away from him. He didn't go far thankfully, hands not leaving Echo's shoulders. He didn't dislodge the ARCs’ grip either.
“How are you doing ?” Fox asked, eyes scanning his face and body, tracking the changes. He obviously already knew what to look out for, brows barely twitching at the sight in front of him. Echo couldn't swallow back the fond huff at the proof that Fox read the report on his rescue. The Commander fussing, protective strike flaring shamelessly, felt so normal, so Fox. Echo just let him have at it, patiently waiting for the interrogation to end, a shaky smile dancing on his lips.
Everything looked a little bit blurry, he wondered if it had started raining again.
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Reminder, this entire fic will be posted to AO3 once it's finished o7 but before that, reblogs are much very welcomed :D
hii i got an ask and im not sure how to answer. they noticed an incest fic in my bookmarks and asked if i meant it since i reblog stuff from people who have a proship dni in their profiles. my blog itself is exclusively either gen or a diff ship, so i never cared about dnis since its not on my page. im leaning towards not answering it (to be clear they were genuine and nice in the ask) but id like ti hear someone else’s thoughts on it
you don’t have to answer them anything. you don’t owe anybody anything. but if you want to answer them, you can tell them what you tell me, that you don’t care about what dnis someone has. because honestly I think most people don’t care about dnis (so you’re definitely not alone). I don’t care about checking someone’s dnis, to see if they have any or if I fit their criteria, before liking or reblogging their post, because if I’m being honest I think it’s childish.
I’m not saying everybody who has a dni list is childish, I understand wanting to create your own boundaries (and that’s good, even if personally I believe “making the list of things that can trigger or upset you public” will just make you a target if anything, unless it’s just minor dnis to indicate that the blog is not suitable for minors), but I think the concept of expecting strangers to always “check first every time they want to like or reblog someone’s post” is childish. a social media site, the internet as a whole really, is not an elementary school.
if I see a post I want to reblog, I’ll reblog it. I don’t care who it’s from or if the op has some dnis listed on their profile that I’m not interested in clicking to begin with. so that’s something we have in common. and it’s something a lot of people have in common.
I WAS gonna say: "you know... if General Catobi somehow learns to do the dramatic robe drop? Alpha-17 is gonna Lose His Shit."
Cause like? Pls God. He can't DO THIS AGAIN. He DID his time!
But! Like? That lil robe is a pet costume. The General would have to like... struggle a bit. Probably roll and squirm, then pop(!) free with a lil triumphant look on his wittle baby face, like "!!! I DID it! Ah HA! Me too!"
G...great job baby. *muffled cooing* perfect work. No notes. So smart
Actually he does have notes. Catobi needs robe training like all little jedi
I love this so much. Everytime it crosses my dash i must reblog. Perfect cat in a costume rotation and Alpha-17's posture in the chair as he watches rotisserie robe shenanigans.
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Rex looks like someone insulted his vod'ika and they're about to catch hands. Alpha looks completely unimpressed, which is probably a pretty common state for him.
For real though, the light mid and dark tones are so much easier for my brain to parse when they are different colors. Pentel color pen markers this time instead of digital.
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I can imagine that spending time with the Jedi made Alpha-17 more compassionate. Not necessarily less asshole, but violence to make his brothers obey becoming less and less frequent. He learns a LOT from Obi-Wan and Anakin.
