Summary: Lost and adrift after the events of Order 66, Ahsoka and Rex struggle to find their place in this new reality. Both need to deal with the loss in their own way; as they help each other in this shared struggle, their relationship blossoms into something neither expected. As the threat of the Empire grows, can such a tentative, new connection be sustained? Or will they be torn apart by their duty to fight?
This is my first multichapter fic, I'm so excited to share with everyone! Prologue and Chapter 1 are up, and updates will be once a week on Monday or Tuesday. Hope y'all enjoy!
Yay! I can't wait for this! <3
Let me know if you’d like to be tagged once it’s up and running! 💙🧡
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For the "first time..." prompt - may I ask for "the first time Ahsoka saw Rex blush..." please? 🧡💙
Thank you for the ask my friend! Here is a little drabble for you :)
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The first time Ahsoka saw Rex blush was after the war. They were dismantling the old motivator on one of the ships Rex had acquired for his rebel cell, hoping to salvage what parts they could before they replaced it with a new one.
The engine compartment was cramped. They both fit, although just barely, the cramped space forcing them to crouch on their knees, facing one another. Ahsoka was sifting through a few useable parts they’d already removed, while Rex was looking for their next quarry to extract.
“I think we could also save the power cell which is…” Rex trailed off, looking around the cabin until he finally pinpointed his prize. He twisted sharply, awkwardly, trying to move in the tiny space to get to the power cell which Ahsoka identified to be directly behind him, just above his head. She grabbed the spanner and rose onto her knees.
“I’ve got it,” she murmured, shuffling over until she was directly in front of him, leaning over his shoulder to get at the apparatus. Her chest brushed against his shoulder as she miscalculated the distance just slightly, but Rex steadied her with a hand on her hip.
“Thanks,” Ahsoka said absentmindedly, her whole focus already on the power cell.
“Oh, uh, I-“ Rex tried to protest but Ahsoka was already halfway finished with disconnecting the mechanism. “Not a problem,” Rex muttered, slightly muffled from beneath her.
No more than a few seconds later, the power cell popped free and Ahsoka grinned triumphantly.
“There! Got it,” she declared and pulled back, settling back down onto the ground and smiling up at Rex, but she was surprised to find him looking rather bewildered instead. His eyes were wide, and lips slightly parted as if he wanted to say something. But most of all-
“Are you blushing?” Ahsoka accused, desperately trying not to sound too gleeful. Immediately Rex seemed to snap back into himself, vehemently denying it, all the while his blush only darkened.
“Of course not!”
“Really?”
“Really, Ahsoka.”
“Then why does it really look like it,” she teased, raising a hand to tap one of his ruddy cheeks gently. Rex rolled his eyes and swatted her hand away.
“It’s hot in here,” he said lamely, not quite meeting her gaze this time. Ahsoka scoffed.
“No, it really isn’t,” she argued, crossing her arms over her chest and sitting back on her heels.
“Well maybe not for you,” Rex exclaimed. “You’re barely wearing any clothes!”
Ahsoka let out an indignant gasp but when she glanced down at her outfit, she could see he wasn’t entirely wrong. She had on a tiny tank top and some form fitting shorts. Teth was a warm planet, and this was hard work, after all. She hadn’t wanted to overheat. But her point still stood. It really wasn’t that hot in this compartment. But perhaps it was a heat of a different kind touching Rex’s cheeks. The thought made Ahsoka blush a little as well.
“I can, uh, change. If you’d like,” she offered gently, not wanting him to be uncomfortable.
“Absolutely not,” Rex said, perhaps a little too vehemently, because they both burst out laughing at his enthusiasm.
With a smile, Rex clarified, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say… I’m just…”
“I get it,” Ahsoka said, shrugging. They stared at each other for a second before that familiar warm feeling bubbled up into Ahsoka’s chest. She helped it dissipate in the way she normally did, by leaning forward and kissing Rex’s cheek.
That earned her a chuckle and a smile. Now they were both blushing.
“Look, ‘Soka… we should probably talk about this.” He made a motion generally between them. Ahsoka nodded. She had felt it too, for a while now.
“But maybe not here,” Rex continued. “The innards of a ships engine just doesn’t quite seem like the place.”
Ahsoka laughed. “I can’t argue with you there.”
“Over drinks, after this?” Rex suggested.
“You got it,” Ahsoka replied, unable to keep the excited grin off her face. Butterflies erupted in her gut in anticipation that finally, they might move forward with this. Ahsoka hoped that meant she’d have the opportunity to see Rex blush many more times to come.
What if Tech was a Professional Race Speeder driver???? Like he retired then became a Professional NasSpeeder driver????
Summary: Lost and adrift after the events of Order 66, Ahsoka and Rex struggle to find their place in this new reality. Both need to deal with the loss in their own way; as they help each other in this shared struggle, their relationship blossoms into something neither expected. As the threat of the Empire grows, can such a tentative, new connection be sustained? Or will they be torn apart by their duty to fight?
Fandom: The Clone Wars
Pairing: Rexsoka
Rating: M
Chapter Word Count: ~3,800
Next chapter is up! Sorry for the long wait guys!
Rewatched the Mandalore arc and cranked out this piece inspired by Shattered.
Post apocalyptic Crosshair with guitar (it can also be used as a weapon btw). Concept by @devinsisland.
Wow this was so fortuitous that I saw this post today because I just got the same comment on my most recent longfic from that exact ao3 user!
I was sooooo excited that someone wanted to make fan art for my fic and truly had no reason to believe it was a scam until I saw this.
Thank you guys so much for this PSA, literally saved my butt (and my wallet) 💕
I wouldn’t consider myself a particularly gullible person but I agree with what’s been said above. This is a very innocuous scam in that it truly just seems like someone interested in creating fan art for your fic, which is a dream if it were to happen for real.
Thank you all again for this PSA. Thrusting it out a little farther into the universe to hopefully help some more people too 💕
FYI, I personally know two people who got scam comments from the same AO3 account today alone. They were very similar to the ff.net comments in this reddit post, and go something like:
As a concept artist, I really enjoyed your story! The characters were compelling, and the plot kept me engaged from start to finish. Your writing has so much depth, and I could really envision the world you’ve created. While reading, I got some ideas for potential artwork to bring your characters or key scenes to life. I’d love to chat more about a possible collaboration if you’re interested
The main difference between this and a previous wave of similar comments is that this is from a logged-in account as opposed to a guest.
I can't send a support ticket because I haven't gotten any comments from this particular account. Obviously, AO3 volunteers don't need to be flooded with more support tickets right now, anyway, and I'm sure other people have already reported this user. But do yourself a favor and just block Evelynaddison92 on AO3 like I'm about to. The account is 100% a scammer, and there are certainly more accounts like this on AO3, but that's the only one I know of atm.
Ah I’d love to do this for Arlo!
FACE & FEATURES
glance: At first glance, what stands out most about your OC's appearance? What's their distinguishing feature?
face: Describe your OC's face. What's their smile like? Are their orbs cerulean? What would someone notice first when looking at them?
stature: What's your OC's body type? How tall are they? Do they wear clothing to accentuate their look or do they try to mask it?
motion: How does your OC move? How does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? Are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy?
stillness: How does your OC act while still? Are they fidgety? Do they have any common gestures or tics? Does their clothing affect how they hold themselves while at rest?
canvas: Does your OC have any scars, piercings, tattoos, or other markings? Do they display or cover them up at all?
CUT & CLOTHES
night: What does your OC wear to sleep? Do they have a favorite pair of PJs, or are they more the birthday suit type?
day: What does your OC wear on a normal day? Why do they default to those clothes? Do they wear similar things, or do they change it up?
formal: What's your OC's formal look? Do they like dressing up? Do they have different looks for different occasions?
informal: What's your OC's lazy-day look? How do they like to dress when they're winding down?
outerwear: What's your OC's outerwear situation? Jacket, sweater, cloak? What sort of weather do they deal with most and how do they protect themselves?
footwear: What does your OC wear on their feet?
road: What does your OC wear while traveling? Do they have high-quality equipment, or are they making do? What does their gear look like?
armor: What kind of armor does your OC wear? Is it well kept? Bonus: where does it come from? Is there a story behind it?
arms: Does your OC have any weapons? What weapons do they carry, and how do they wear them when they're not fighting?
roots: Is your OC's look inspired by any specific style of clothing or fashion trend? What are the roots and/or inspiration for their look?
texture: Does your OC favor any specific kinds of cloth or textures? Is there anything they can't wear or don't like? What sort of fabrics do they prefer?
wardrobe: How big is your character's wardrobe? Do they wear things threadbare, or can they afford new clothes often? Are they any good at mending and repairing their own clothing?
ACCESSORIES & ACCENTS
bling: What jewelry does your OC wear? Does it have any meaning?
hair: How does your OC wear their hair? Does it have some kind of meaning?
makeup: Does your OC wear makeup? How often? What kind? Why do they wear makeup, and do they like it?
favorite: Does your OC have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? What is it? What's the meaning behind it? Do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe?
change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?
alternate: What would your OC's alternate universe look be? If they're a fantasy character, what's their modern look? If they're sci-fi, what's their fantasy look? What AU would you want to see your OC in, and how would they dress themself? Bonus: Prompt an AU!
Just an aspiring writer and Star Wars lover 🧡 You can find me as Snips2112 on ao3 as well!
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