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I just know that Echos 501st ARC ass would have sat himself down on a rock and kicked his feet up the second that Hunter, Wrecker and Crosshair decided they want to fight Ventress.
He's like been there, done that. have fun getting your ass wooped.
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Hey so in regards to The Ties That Bind Us, would you all be interested in me making a tag list for people on posts I make related to TTTBU? These posts would be like pictures of my chapter outlines, little tie bits I want to share, snippets of my favorite scenes, etc.
If you are interested please let me know! (Comments, tags, dm, etc)
@snarkyfina 😉
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this man right here does not get enough love and i’m tired of it
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SW:TCW - Captain Keeli ↳ “I’m not finished yet, sir. We can do this, General!“
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ao3 author: *writes the most devestating ending to a 150k fic that simultaneously calls back to the first chapter and beautifully wraps up every theme in a few paragraphs*
also the ao3 author (in the endnotes): uwu i never know how to end these things T_T
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Tehe whump is my favorite flavor
Yeah so like, lightsabers cauterize as do blaster bolts. In one of my recent fics TTTBU I needed Ahsoka to land in a puddle of blood of a clone troopers on the battle field. To the blood I just said that when he fell or was blasted back (I can’t remember) it tore the wound back open to spill out blood 🤷‍♀️
You can make anything bleed if you put your mind to it and you are writing fanfiction 💪
Star Wars and physics: These characters won’t bleed because lightsaber and blaster wounds cause instant cauterization.
Whumpers, lifting their heads up, hands bloody: Did someone say something?
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Star Wars and physics: These characters won’t bleed because lightsaber and blaster wounds cause instant cauterization.
Whumpers, lifting their heads up, hands bloody: Did someone say something?
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5 times Wrecker protected his siblings and 5 times they protected him: Chapter 3
During an ambush, Wrecker shields Omega from a flamethrower.
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Content warning: Burns
This one is set around early season 2.
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At first, Hunter had thought they were bounty hunters, come to take Omega. They'd tried to ambush the batch on their way back to the Marauder. Hunter had to admit, their assailants had done a good job at moving through the surrounding trees quietly. Although not nearly quiet enough for Hunter not to hear them.
He'd alerted his vode of the attack long before it happened, removing every advantage from their opponents. They outnumbered the clones. Hunter counted ten of them. They'd survived worse odds.
Their numbers should have tipped Hunter off to the fact that they're not bounty hunters. They rarely travel in such large groups. A bounty isn't all that impressive if you have to split it by double digits.
Their weapons and armor weren't anything special, mismatched and beat up looking.
Hunter already took one of their attackers down with a well timed blaster shot to the abdomen, and is fighting another off with his vibro-knife when he hears it. The hiss and click of a flamethrower igniting across the battlefield. His eyes flick to the source as he takes his opponent down with a swift jab to the neck. Dread grips Hunter like a vice.
Omega, back turned, concentrated on aiming her energy bow, is the flamethrower wielding attackers target.
That proves that they can't be bounty hunters. To collect the money, Omega is needed alive.
The only thought in Hunters head is: She's going to die.
He's too far away to get to her. Hunter yells Omegas name, sprints in her direction, aims his blaster at the attacker. Another opponent steps between him and Omega before he can shoot. He's too far away. Omega looks at him. She doesn't look at the enemy behind her. Hunter slams his shoulder into his opponent, tries to take aim again. He's too far away.
The flash of the flames bursting forth is bright enough to hurt Hunters eyes through his visor. He thinks he's going to be sick.
Echo kills the owner of the flamethrower. Hunter yells Omegas name again, still sprinting to where he last saw her, where the last of the stream of fire is disappearing. She's going to die.
Hunters heart almost stops for the second time that fight.
Omega's standing there, skin intact, not blistered and peeling, not writhing on the ground in pain. A look of horror paints her face, not aimed at Hunter, at Wrecker. Wrecker shielded her.
He's fallen to his knees in front of her, and going by the way he's swaying, he won't be staying upright long. Omega's already got her hands on his shoulders, trying to keep him from falling forward. Hunter crouches down to aid Omega in her efforts, well aware that two of their attackers are still fighting, but trusting Tech and Echo to be able to handle them.
The lingering smell of fuel and fire overwhelm Hunters senses, but the chemical scent of melted synthetic fibre and burnt flesh is far more intense. While it's hard to tell the extent of the damage, Hunter wages he can take an educated guess. Going off of the smell, how out of it Wrecker seems and the fact that even Katarn-class armor, fire resistant to a degree, isn't meant to be blasted with it head-on, the sight under that backplate isn't going to be a pretty one.
“Still with us Wrecker?” asks Hunter, putting a hand on Wreckers arm.
“Yeah, yeah.” Wrecker responds, sounding unfocused, nodding weakly. He tries to stand up before Hunter can stop him, but doesn't get far. The leg he does manage to get under himself immediately buckles, landing him right back where he started.
In the end, it takes both him and Tech to get Wrecker up. In no condition to walk without falling face down in the dirt, Tech and Hunter end up dragging him, each of them under one arm. Wrecker tries to help by carrying some of his own weight, eventually giving up as his uncoordinated steps can't keep up with the others speed. Echo walks nearby in case he needs to step in.
On the way back to the Marauder, Tech fills most of the silence, theorizing that their assailants might have planned to rob them once they were dead. Both Hunter and Echo contribute to the conversation occasionally, Wrecker only contributing in the form of nods and groans. Omega doesn't say a single word the entire way back.
Getting Wrecker up into the Marauder takes a lot longer than it should, the large clones boots catching on the steps multiple times.
“If we put him on the lowest sleeping rack, we should have enough place to work.” Hunter says.
“Well we're not putting him on the floor we just tracked dirt all over.” Tech scoffs.
Taking that as a yes, they move Wrecker to the wall mounted bed. Grabbing Wreckers legs, Echo does most of the heavy lifting. When their brother is situated, Omega sits on the floor, taking Wreckers hand in her own. Whilst Tech gathers what he needs and Echo pulls Wreckers helmet off, Hunter lets her do just that, knowing full well he's going to have to stop her sooner rather than later. The risk of Wrecker instinctively clenching his hand while being treated and hurting Omega is too high. A risk Wrecker would never want to take.
Sweat coats Wreckers skin underneath the helmet, his eyebrows draw tightly together and his jaw looking painfully clenched. Some fire had managed to snake its way between his helmet and backplate, glueing Wreckers bodysuit to the unarmored skin there. Hunter finally gets a better look at Wrecker back from where he's standing. From Echo's place sitting near Wreckers head he must be seeing the extent of the damage too. The worried look on Echo's face betrays as much.
Wrecker's more exposed lower back and sides don't look good, blistered skin showing its self in spots the fabric's been entirely destroyed. The back of his upper arms show similar amounts of damage. Seeing his kih'vod like this makes an unpleasant sensation settle in Hunters stomach. If he'd been more alert, Hunter could have stopped this from happening at all.
When Tech returns, Hunter crouches down next to Omega.
“Could you let go?” Hunter asks softly. She doesn't ignore him as much as she doesn't seem to register his presence at all. That same horrified expression still plasters Omegas face. “Please, Omega.” Hunter attempts again, trying and carefully pull her hands from where they're clasped around Wreckers. “I don't want you to get hurt.”
She lets go, even stands up and moves a few steps away to stand near Echo. Hunter isn't sure she heard a word he said to her.
The first thing Tech does is give Wrecker a dose of painkillers. How little he reacts to the hypo concerns Hunter, the look he shares with Echo and Tech confirms they feel the same. Wrecker is a difficult patient on the best of days, never quite comfortable around medical equipment, always trying to refuse or dodge attempted help. At the least, he'd complain.
The quiet groans and squirming, seemingly more at his neck being touched than the needle, are unnerving. It's not the first time Hunter's seen this behaviour from Wrecker, none of those incidences being good, almost all ending with Wrecker in a bacta tank. That's not an option available to them any more.
Whilst Tech utilizes the med scanner, Hunter and Echo remove the armor on Wreckers arms that hasn't been damaged by fire. Tech hums when the scan is complete.
“The combination of your backplate and fireproof pack kept a portion of your upper back safe from serious harm. You'll be glad to hear that non of the damage sustained goes past second-degree. However, the second-degree burns sustained are extensive. A large percentage of your lower back, flanks, upper arms and neck are affected, as well as more superficial burns in-between and around those areas. The skin around the edges of your backplate is also badly burned, leading me to believe that we will be experiencing some issues in its removal.” says Tech, eyes focused on the scanner. Wrecker nods weakly.
“What about removing the molten fabric?” Echo asks. “I'd like to get bacta and bandages on this as fast as possible.” Echo pulls a face, placing a hand on an uninjured spot on Wreckers shoulder. Hunter knows Echo's no stranger to bad burns, even if at the time, the loss of limbs most likely overshadowed them.
“I agree. The fabric seems to have melted into large pieces, so removing them will hopefully not waste too much time.” Tech says.
“'s'not that bad.” Wrecker mumbles. Not very convincing when his expression is pinched with pain as it is. Hunter guesses the statement isn't meant to reassure his brothers, but Omega.
Removing the rest of Wreckers upper body armor and pack is uneventful, except for the backplate. As Tech had predicted, the layer of molten synthetic fibre between the plate and Wreckers skin have caused it to stick. Wearing sterile gloves, Tech tries to ease it off, but it's not a simple job.
For a start, as soon as Techs hands make contact with the edge of the armor piece, Wrecker gets his arms underneath himself and started trying to sit up and pull away, vehemently protesting. It takes all three of them to get him to lie down again.
In addition to that, the angle Tech has to work at is less than ideal. Unwilling to risk further damage to Wreckers skin, he's forced to awkwardly lean over the sleeping rack to get a good grip on the backplate.
The combined effort of Hunter almost laying on top of Wreckers legs to keep him from unintentionally kicking someone and Echo keeping his hand steadily on Wreckers shoulder and calmly reminding him to try and keep still stop Wrecker from moving all too much when Tech gets half of the backplate unstuck in one go.
That's the first time Wrecker screams. With one hand, he's got a tight grip on the edge of the bed, the other arm is used to try and muffle the noise. Hunter much prefers him letting it out, rather than ending up biting off his tongue.
That's also when Omega leaves her spot next to Echo, moving to climb up to the tail gun and sit behind the curtain there, clearly still watching them from behind the separating cloth.
The second half of the backplate comes off same as the first. Some of the skin does come off with the plate. Hunter can tell Tech's mentally kicking himself about it as he drops the piece of armor to the floor. A layer of bacta spray is applied to the freshly opened wounds, and Tech and Echo start the tedious job of peeling molten fabric off of blistered skin.
“I'll get the ship on the way to Ord Mantell.” Hunter says, standing up. Wreckers stopped moving as much, most likely too tired to, so Hunter will find something else useful to do.
“Don't crash the ship.” Tech says, voice flat.
He doesn't crash the Havoc Marauder, getting it into hyperspace safely. The entire time, he can hear Wreckers pained noises from across the ship. Hunter's convinced he could hear them even if he didn't have enhanced senses.
By the time Hunter returns to the back of the Marauder, Tech and Echo have made good progress.
“All good here?” Hunter asks, taking in the newly exposed skin by leaning over Techs shoulder. The smell of burnt skin hitting him is just as intense as it was the first time.
“All good.” Wrecker answers unsteadily, face still pressed against his forearm. He sounds close to tears.
“Good isn't the word I'd use.” Tech says, hint of frustration in his voice. Hunter has a feeling him and Tech are both going to have migraines later.
Quicker than Tech can stop him, Wreckers pulled his arm out of Tech's grip to weakly swing it at Hunter to get his attention.
“Check on Omega.” Wrecker says, waving his arm in the general direction of the tail gun. Somehow, he sounds more worried than he does pained. Hunter nods, patting Wrecker on the shoulder in a hopefully comforting manner.
Hunter's gotten better at not talking to Omega like he'd talk to a soldier. He thinks so at least. There's nothing he can compare it to.
“Omega?” He approaches the gap in the curtain. Omega sits there hunched, knees draw to her chest. She's hugging Lula tightly. Her eyes suddenly snap to look at Hunter, although the unfocused look in them persists. “Everything alright?”
Omega nods listlessly and goes back to watching Tech and Echo work. Hunter sighs. Something's clearly wrong, he's just not sure what he can say to help solve it.
“You know this isn't your fault, right?” He tries after a short pause. The look on Omegas face as she abruptly turns to look at Hunter tells him he got it right.
“How is this not my fault? He could have dodged the attack. Wrecker wouldn't be hurt if he didn't have to save me.” The longer she talks, the closer she sounds to tears. Ah, kriff, Hunter hadn't wanted to make her cry.
“It's okay Omega.” He tries to sound calm, comforting. It seems to have the opposite effect as tears spill across Omegas face.
“It's not!” She exclaims through a sob. As if on cue, a particularly agonized yell comes from Wrecker. At that, Omega turns away from the scene and from Hunter, pressing her back up against the wall and burying her face in Lula. The way she does this, hiding her face in the tooka doll as she sobs, greatly reminds Hunter of how Wrecker would curl up with Lula after a nightmare or intense training session.
So Hunter decides to do what always worked for Wrecker. He climbs up the ladder leading to the tail gun, sits next to Omega and carefully pulls her into a hug. As soon as Hunter's done this, Omega launches herself at him, pressing her face into his shoulder.
“He's been doing this for a long time Omega, putting himself in harms way for us. Practically since he got out of the tube.” That gets her attention. Tears are still streaming down her cheeks as she looks at Hunter, but she's listening. “We all make mistakes on the battlefield, that's when we need to look out for each other. That's what your squad is for.”
Omega wipes her face on her sleeve. “You really don't think it's my fault?”
“It's not your fault, ad'ika.”
“I've never heard someone scream like that.” Omega whispers after a while, voice cracking from the persistent tears. Hunter doesn't know what to say to that. He hadn't even thought of that. So he just holds her a little tighter.
They sit in relative silence until commotion from below draws Hunters attention. Wrecker's trying to sit up again, offended at something Tech did.
“Ow! Watch it, that kriffing hurts!” The fact that Wrecker's complaining does calm Hunters nerves a little, although it's most likely only because the painkillers are taking the edge off just enough for him to feel up to doing so.
“There's no point in using bacta patches if they don't stay were they're supposed to. You're just going to have to hold still and let us apply them correctly.” Tech says. Wrecker thinks for a moment, than sighs.
“Fine.” he huffs and complies.
Hunter descends the ladder, followed closely by Omega. She makes her way back to Echos side, whilst Hunter asks if there's anything he can do to help.
“You could clear some of this mess away.” Echo answers. Wreckers armor is haphazardly scattered across the floor, so Hunter collects it and places it relatively neatly to one side. He also discards the ruined tatters of Wreckers bodysuit, happy to be rid of the chemical smell coming off of the scraps. The smell of burnt flesh lingers.
Whilst he does that, Tech and Echo finish up tending to Wrecker, covering the worst of the burns with bacta patches, everything else with bacta spray, then bandaging the area. Wrecker voices his discomfort a few more times, mostly though pained groans, but his expression relaxes considerably once he starts to feel the effect of the bacta. Omega watches the whole process attentively.
Later, Hunter, Tech and Echo discuss how to proceed, that they're going to have to wake Wrecker every few hours to keep him hydrated and administer more pain medication. They discuss worst and best case scenarios, the amount of medical supplies they're going to need, how long it'll take for Wrecker to be well enough to contribute to missions again.
The whole thing gives Hunter a headache. He still volunteers to be the first to keep an eye on Wrecker.
Wreckers out cold when Hunter arrives at the back of the Marauder, and so is Omega. She's brought a blanket down from her room and has fallen asleep wrapped in it sitting on the floor next to Wrecker. Lula has been propped up on one side of Wreckers head, Omega's trooper doll on the other.
Hunter smiles to himself as he sits down for his watch, already feeling bad for having to wake his kih'vod in the near future.
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Wrecker pushes himself into a sitting position with a groan, trying to stay quiet enough not to alert anyone.
Echo's sleeping in the top bunk, the middle one has been left free to leave Wrecker enough space to move. That means Hunter and Tech are in the cockpit, one of them most likely awake. Probably Tech, Wrecker thinks with a hint of amusement.
It's been five days since Wrecker got himself injured. A complicated and stressful five days. His brothers have been running themselves ragged trying to obtain enough medical supplies to keep Wrecker's condition from worsening, whilst still keeping the team fed and not falling behind on Cids fees. All the while, Wrecker's been entirely useless.
Not that Wrecker would do anything any different if he was faced with the same situation again. He'd never risk Omega's health, even if not doing so ends up with an extremely stressful period of time for his brothers. Wrecker's sure they'd agree.
There's nothing he could have done different. He'd still have gotten burned if he'd tackled her, not that Wrecker could have done that in the first place due to the obvious issue of him being so much heavier than their sister. And he didn't want to risk picking her up to get her out of harms way. What if he moved wrong, ended up with her right back in the flames path?
No, fully blocking the fire was the best option. Doesn't make Wrecker hate being a burden any less though.
Gingerly, Wrecker stands up. He needs to drink something and there's no way he's waking Echo up just to ask for water. He has two perfectly good legs to get it himself, and it's not like Wrecker can sleep right now anyway. The dosage of painkillers he'd been given earlier has long since worn off. Either Hunter or Tech are probably awake, and neither of them would deny Wrecker pain relief if he requested it.
Wrecker's not going to ask for any. All he's been doing lately is lay about. A sleepless night isn't going to change anything. Limiting his usage of medical supplies is a lot more important. Wrecker's toughed out worse. He's toughed out worse without the aid of bacta, something he thankfully doesn't have to do this time. Lacking that mercy, the pain would likely be unbearable.
Though as he takes a step too fast, searing agony burning along his back as his skin pulls from the motion, Wrecker has a hard time remembering when last he's had an injury that's covered quite so much of his body. His breath catches and he clenches his jaw against the pain.
As the worst of it subsides, Wrecker just about catches the curtain in front of the tail gun moving. Looks like he's not the only one having a hard time sleeping. Either that, or Wrecker wasn't as quiet as he thought he was. Wrecker changes the direction he's heading in, instead stiffly walking his way towards Omega.
He carefully moves the curtain to the side a little. “Did I wake you?” Wrecker tries to whisper, still coming out louder than intended. He hates how tired he sounds. Omega, curled up on her side holding Lula, sits up a bit, shaking her head.
“I can't sleep.” There's frustration in her voice as well as her expression.
Wrecker sighs. “Me neither.”
Omega pulls a face. “Of course you can't.” She sounds a lot like Echo. Wrecker laughs softly.
“You have a point.”
Omega sits up fully, hugging Lula. She looks sad. It hurts to see her like this. Out of the two pains, Wrecker prefers the one from the burns. Careful of the bandages around his upper arm, Wrecker ruffles Omega's hair. “You good, 'mega?”
Squeezing Lula tighter, Omega sighs. “I wish I could do more to help.”
“You do plenty kid. Lot more than I'm doing.” Wrecker says with a laugh. Omega is less amused, eyes narrowing.
“You're not supposed to do anything. You're injured.” Her tone is warning.
“I know, I know.” Wrecker says, still laughing quietly. “It's just frustrating.”Omega seems to think for a moment, then pressed her hand to Wrecker's forehead.
“Please don't get an infection.” The sudden change of topic doesn't hit Wrecker nearly as hard as the genuine fear in Omegas expression does. Wrecker can't say he's entirely surprised by where she's coming from. Every change of bandages, every dose of painkillers, every pained groan Wrecker failed to suppress, Omega was immediately there, watching everyone involved closely and reciting wound care facts.
Wrecker takes the hand held against his forehead in his. “I won't.” It could be seen as a promise of something outside of Wreckers control, but the large clone is completely confident in the medical capability of his vode, even under the less than ideal circumstances.
“I'm sorry.” Omega says. Wrecker doesn't need to ask to know what she's apologizing for.
“You don't have to be, Omega. We've been over this.” Nothing any of them has said managed to get Omega to stop blaming herself, so Wrecker tries something different. “You know, Tech felt responsible for this.” he says, tapping the scar tissue wrapped around the side of his head. Omega's eyes widen in interest.
“Really?”
“Yeah. He was fussing 'bout my cybernetic eye and dodgy hearing constantly. Just like I told him then: People get hurt, you really don't have to apologize.” Wrecker pauses, observing Omega's expression. “'sides, I got a lot more skin to spare than you.” He ruffles Omega's hair again, this time so if falls forwards across her face.
“Hey!” She exclaims with a laugh, trying to keep her tone a whisper. “Enjoy being the biggest whilst you can.” She huffs as she tries to fix the mess Wreckers made of her hair, barely concealing her amusement behind annoyance.
Wrecker snorts. “You think you're gonna outgrow me?”
“I might.” Omega responds, fighting a grin spreading across her face. “You don't know that I won't”
“Then you've got a lot of catching up to do, ad'ika. I was twice your size at your age.”
“You never were my age. I'm older than you.” Wrecker can hear the grin in her voice.
“You know what I mean.” It's good to see Omega acting more like her usual self. She's been very withdrawn lately, stress getting to her just as much as the rest of them. Wreckers body sees fit to ruin the moment by remind him of his own issues with a spike of pain. Observant as Omega is, she notices the way Wrecker inhales sharply.
“You should be laying down.”
Wrecker sighs, nods in agreement, but hesitates. “You wouldn't mind coming down here and talking, would you? Neither of us are sleeping, and I could do with the company.” Wrecker runs his hand over his head, coming to rest at the bandage around his neck. “Can't promise I'll add much to the conversation though.” Omega responds with a vigorous nod and standing up before Wrecker's done talking.
Only when Wrecker's lowered himself back to the bunk does he remember why he initially got up. With a low hiss, equal parts pain and annoyance, Wrecker starts standing up again.
“What's wrong?” Omega asks. Even in the low light, Wrecker can see Omegas eyes flick about nervously.
“Could you get me some water?” A pang of guilt seeps into Wreckers chest. He shouldn't be asking his vode for things he could easily do if he pushed himself a little more.
“Yes, I can do that.” Omega says with such enthusiasm, Wrecker almost doesn't feel that bad about not pulling his weight this instant. She swiftly returns with a canteen of water, Wrecker accepts it with gratitude.
When Wrecker lays down, Omega settles on the floor near Wreckers head. Like the first night after Wrecker got burned, she's wrapped in a blanket and brought Lula and her trooper doll. Hushed as to not disturb Echo, Omega starts telling Wrecker about various things he'd missed through out the day. Apparently, Cid had to kick someone out of the bar for bad behaviour.
At some point during her stories, Omega starts holding one of Wreckers hands. Since the injury, it feels like Wrecker's vode have been almost scared to touch him. As if he might break if they do. Even the way Omega takes his hand in hers, motion so gentle and calculated. It's a pointless gesture, Wrecker not being someone that needs to be handled with care. It still makes his heart ache. Between that comfort and Omega talking softly, filling the silence, Wrecker's night stays sleepless, but restful. And that's really all he could have asked for.
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Echo left because he knew that Omega would make him get therapy too and now that she’s back from prison he can’t say “no” anymore.
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saggitary · 5 days
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real ones remember
“and so i says to her, baby, you and me could really-”
“YOU’VE NEVER EVEN MET A GIRL.” 🙄🙄🙄
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Fives and Echo have fallen asleep hugging Ahsoka’s leg as she was playing with their hair and doing reports.
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We do not give fans of the clones enough credit for giving characterization and life and love to characters that have like ten full minutes of screen time. We see a man with shiny armor and an attitude and suddenly there’s lore and fanfiction and art and I love that so much.
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On my knees begging for it to be this little shit
no bcause what are we going to do with all those CX-2 Clone assassin theories on "Tech got Winter Soldiered" or "That's Crosshair's clone" or even "Cody got brain washed" when we'll be revealed in 2 or so episodes it's this little shit:
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comments on fanfics
I thought about writing this post for a long time and decided, fuck it, I'm gonna write this.
All over my dash I see people being disappointed because nobody is leaving comments on ao3 anymore/rebloging things on tumblr.
And the only thing I can think about this is: it's so true.
Two weeks ago I posted the epilog of my 60k words fanfic (I've been writing on it for almost a year and got some positive feedback on it) and I got ZERO comments, or kudos on the epilog.
I can see that people kicked on it, but I have no idea whether they liked it or not. (And I used to get a comment on my story now and then)
Last week I posted the first extra chapter (I planned three of these) and also got no reaction.
No I'm just sitting here, wondering if my writing is just true shit.
This is also the reason I was hesitate to post this. Maybe it's not the people and just that shithole of a story I've been writing.
Things like are just running around my head now and must say that the motivation to even finish those extra chapters is gone.
GUYS, IF YOU LIKE A FANFIC PLEASE LET THE AUTHOR KNOW, IT MEANS SO MUCH TO THEM.
So if you read a good story, not some bullshit like mine, write that comment.
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They were end Game. 💕❤️💜
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I have been tagged by @eloquent-apollo 😜
Last song: Taking What’s Not Yours (and thinking up funny lil edits of ocs of course)
Favorite Color: A darker teal!
Currently Watching: The Bad Batch, Legend of Korra (rewatching), Bridgerton (i need season 3)
Sweet/savory/spicy: I mostly cycle through sweet and savory, it entirely depends on my mood!
Relationship status: single as a Pringle and ready to mingle
Current Obsession: um well, this entire blog is dedicated to my obsession of Star Wars 😅, also losing my mind of designing ocs and a clone battalion
Last Thing I googled: “rhizods ferns” <- for my bio lab 😅
No pressure tags: @snarkyfina @sleepystawbie @i-earned-my-stripes @saturn-sends-hugs @hannah-schooler
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You know you live in a dysfunctional family when the two most mature people are the ex-pow with massive amounts of PTSD who keeps running off to do dangerous stuff with his army buddy and a twelve year old girl.
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