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Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

Thanks for tagging me @ahsokathegray and @tealmisthams!

I was editing my multichapter fic today, That Familiar, Yet Unfamiliar Feeling, and here is the last line I wrote:

Rex cringed internally as the words left his mouth, but Ahsoka was already nodding. She almost looked excited. It brought one of those dopey half-smiles to his face, and he gazed at her softly, relishing in the way she looked up at him expectantly with her palm raised to touch his hair. There wasn’t an ounce of sadness in her eyes, and he decided he’d let her touch his hair every day for the rest of his life if it made her happy like this.

The chapter this line is from is not posted yet, but the first three chapters are here on ao3!

Tags: @ladylucksrogue, @whyamismall, @saviinika, @acatinwinterfell, @mschiefmanagxd

Bellanaris

Summary: After binding himself to the Veil, Solas must reconcile this new fate he is tasked with. Thankfully his beloved Inquisitor is at his side, helping him process the aftermath of such a decision.

(Or: my take on the immediate aftermath of the Redeem Ending in Veilguard)

Fandom: Dragon Age

Pairing: Solas x Female Lavellan

Rating: T

Word count: ~3,900

Hope you all enjoy! I just love Solavellan too much so couldn't resist making this one a little hopeful at the end there. My boy Solas needs a good hug and a kiss and a little hope. Thankfully Lavellan can provide him with all of those things <3

That Familiar, Yet Unfamiliar Feeling - Part 8

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: ~5,400

Another chapter, up a little early this time! Please enjoy <3

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goodmorning to the face card that NEVER declines 🗣️

Fic Game

Rules: Give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words.

Thanks for the tags @aknightreaderr and @tealmisthams!

First Most Hits:

That Familiar, Yet Unfamiliar Feeling - 6,112 Hits

This was my first long fic, which is essentially my take on what happens to Rex and Ahsoka post Order 66. This was definitely a labour of love and very close to my heart!

Second Most Kudos:

Tihaar? More Like Truth Serum - 128 Kudos

One of the very first fics I wrote, a cute little confession of feelings between Rexsoka. If anyone is looking for a cute, fluffy read, dare I make a little self-rec? :)

Third Most Comments:

Not the First, But the Best - 36 Comments

This is one of the Fics in my Crosslo series, for Crosshair from The Bad Batch and my OC, Arlo. This fic is about their first date, ending with some light teasing for Crosshair from his siblings.

Fourth Most Bookmarks:

A Tie!

Not Strong Enough & Please Don't Make it Real - 19 Bookmarks

Both of these fics had the 4th most bookmarks! Not Strong Enough is a Tech Lives fic I wrote for Angstpril where Tech is CX-2 and is recaptured by the Batch who try to break him free of Hemlock's conditioning.

Please Don't Make it Real is my take on Crosshair finding out about Tech's death between Season 2 and Season 3 of The Bad Batch.

Fifth Most Words:

Hold on to Me - 7,233 words

This fic is a AU where Order 66 did not happen, and the Clone War continued on. This fic is about the final battle before the Republic is victorious.

Fic with the Fewest Words:

Chaos and Order - 410 words

A short fic I wrote for Clone Twin Week about how despite being opposites, Tech and Crosshair have personalities that complement each other very nicely.

NPT: @ladylucksrogue, @whyamismall, @melting-houses-of-gold, @acatinwinterfell and anyone else who wants to participate!

Sweet and Gentle, Let Me Dream of You

@galactic-gift-gathering: Gift for @tealmisthams

Please enjoy my friend :)

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Prompt: Falling asleep on each other

Characters: Ahsoka & Fives

Genre: Fluff, Romantic Fluff, all the fluff

Please also find it here on my ao3.

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Ahsoka had never been so exhausted. Day in and day out she and Fives worked tirelessly with Rex and the other clones, fighting to undo the damage the Empire had wrought upon the Galaxy. It was good work. Important work. Possibly the most important work Ahsoka had done in her entire life. But it’s importance to her did not negate the toll it took on her, both physically and mentally.

As she trudged back to the room she shared with Fives on Teth, she nearly collapsed before she even reached the door. With a sigh, she managed to hit the controls with tired, fumbling fingers on the second try, and lumbered into the room.

Even as tired as she was, she couldn’t help the small smile and laugh that was plucked from her chest by the sight that greeted her. Fives was sprawled out on the tiny bed, shoved into the corner of the room. His head was at the foot of the bed (nearly hanging off of it, in fact) and one foot was on her pillow, while the other dangled off the edge of the bed.

Fives twisted his head and cracked open an eye at the sound of her laughter, a wry smile appearing on his lips despite the tiredness that sat upon his brown. Ahsoka could feel a similar exhaustion to her own enveloping him in the Force, and she almost felt bad for waking him. But now that he was awake, she figured she might as well make the best of it.

“Something looks wrong about the way you’re lying in bed, dear,” Ahsoka teased, tapping her finger on her chin. “But I just can’t put my finger on it.”

Fives’ smile transformed into a smirk in an instant, and he raised one hand and folded it behind his head. Ahsoka crossed her arms over her chest and fought the urge to roll her eyes, knowing whatever was going to come out of Fives’ mouth next would be ridiculous. His flirting was never any good when he was exhausted.

“Is that so? I know exactly what’s wrong with this bed,” Fives drawled, his smirk only widening as he withheld the punchline of his quip. Ahsoka raised a brow marking.

“Oh? Please, do tell me,” Ahsoka shot back, her voice dripping with good natured sarcasm as she approached the bed, ensuring she stayed just outside of his reach.

“The only thing wrong with this bed… is that you’re not in it.” Fives smirk had turned to a self-satisfied grin by the time he’d finished speaking. Ahsoka rolled her eyes but laughed despite herself. Still, she couldn’t let such a cheesy line slide without a little further protest, no matter how good sliding into bed with Fives might sound to her exhausted mind and body.

“Well, how could I be in it, when someone’s foot is on my pillow?” She asked, looking pointedly to his foot that still lay on the flat but comfortable pillow she usually used. Fives stared back at her indignantly.

“No, it’s not!” he exclaimed, looking perplexed. Ahsoka rolled her eyes again and made her way to the head of the bed, tugging at the pillow wedged securely beneath his foot.

“Yes,” she said, tugging the pillow roughly once more, yet still unable to free it from his foot. “Yes, it is.”

“Nope,” Fives insisted and then smirked as he patted his chest. “Your pillow is right here.”

For the third time, Ahsoka rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help the smile that broke out across her lips. With a shake of her head and a breathy giggle, she finally relented, kicking off her shoes and then climbing over Fives’ prone form, wedging herself between him and the wall. She shuffled around on the bed, getting comfortable before snuggling into his side, lying her head on his chest as if he were her pillow, as he’d suggested.

Fives’ arms immediately encircled her, and she giggled as she kicked at his pillow with her bare feet, still baffled by their reversed position on their bed.

“Why?” she mumbled against his chest. Fives shrugged and kissed one of her montrals.

“Does it matter?” he replied, his voice already low and thick with sleep as he caressed her arm and trailed his fingers up and down her spine. Ahsoka smiled sleepily against his chest and snuggled in tighter.

“I guess not,” she murmured in reply, her own eyelids once again feeling heavy with exhaustion, matching the lead in her limbs that seemed to lock her in place against Fives’ side, ensuring she could do nothing but cuddle him and sleep, for the next few hours at least.

Before she knew it the steady beat of her lover’s heart beneath her head and his slow but soothing respirations lulled her into a sweet, gentle sleep beside him.  Her dreams were few, but what images she remembered were exclusively of Fives; they were happy, joyous and delightful. When she later awoke, still encircled in his strong, solid arms, she would swear it was the best sleep she’d had in a long time.

I love them all but I’m here for Kix 👀

I miss and love all the clone troopers and here’s some more of my favourites <3

Came across another debate about the "inhibitor chips vs. no chips" storyline for the clones. Saw the usual complaint that the inhibitor chips are a cop out to absolve the clones of any responsibility for their actions.

Thing is...

For a long time, practically none of the clones knew their actions during Order 66 were influenced by programming via implanted brain chips. Omega was the first clone who for sure knew the chips were even a thing; Tech figured it out and Rex finally understood and fully accepted Fives' claims during Order 66; the rest of Clone Force 99 eventually accepts the truth; and I'm sure Rex got through to the clones who became part of his network.

But that's a tiny fraction of the clones who make up the GAR. (We find out over a decade later in Rebels that apparently the story of the inhibitor chips had circulated, but we don't know to what extent the story spread or if it was ever validated to the general public as more than a rumor.)

So, during Order 66 and for years thereafter, the clones thought they were acting of their own accord.

We never see the clones using the chips as an excuse for their behavior, likely because most of the clones don't even know about them.

And frankly, I find it even more tragic that these loyal, honorable men thought they had freely chosen to turn on the Jedi and others who had been their allies, genuinely thought they were stopping a Jedi coup, when they really didn't have much of a choice at all, not even the option to stop and think about what they were doing before they did it.

And even those clones who DO know what's going on are too horrified by their behavior to even entertain the notion of excusing themselves.

Just look at Rex's face when he's about to shoot Ahsoka. He's conflicted, he's terrified. Rex later talks about the chip and tells the Bad Batch it's not something they can control if it activates; but even then he's sharing that to convince them to choose to remove the chips, not to give them an excuse for their behavior.

And can any of us mistake Wrecker's shame over his actions while the inhibitor chip was activated as him justifying himself? He describes what it felt like, and we know as well as he does that he literally had no control over himself, yet he still apologizes for what he did.

AND THEN we have Crosshair, Mr. "Does it really matter when I got my chip removed?" -

Crosshair knows about the chip, knows what it was supposed to do, had it removed, and still insists that he was in full control of himself and his decisions all along. Even later, when he admits to making mistakes and having regrets, he never blames the inhibitor chip for his actions.

Basically - I have no issue whatsoever with the inhibitor chip plotline. I actually prefer it. Not even taking into account the fact that it makes a ton of sense that Palpatine wouldn't leave anything regarding something as pivotal to his plans as Order 66 up to chance, the inhibitor chips add another layer of tragedy and complexity to the clones in that while we the audience know they have more of their autonomy stripped away from them, as far as the clones are aware the chips don't even exist and they are in full control of their own actions; and the clones who DO know about the chips tend to acknowledge their effects while still not using them to justify their behavior or refuse any responsibility.

older omega sketch