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saltyladynightmare · 1 year

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Jiliu AU 9.1

Beginning, Previous, Next, Masterlist

A/N:

Ori'Ana : mando'a/basic, a mix of Ori'vod, and Anakin, basically naming him Older Brother Anakin, just as the suffix -'ika makes 'younger Brother' from Vod'ika

/italics/ : thoughts, emphasis

bold : talking though the Force, because why not

Chapter 9 is not completely finished, but chapter 10 is an idea. If anyone has any ideas for scenes in which the Vod'e are learning how to use the Force, please feel free to contact me or leave a comment. So far, all of my ideas involve various troopers launching themselves into walls when they jump/run/do something too fast. It gets monotonous after a while.

Warnings:

Anakin is a lonely string bean. He also has no trust in the Jedi, because I was salty when i started writing this, and must stick to my guns

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A little under an hour after his Command Staff had left when visiting hours ended, Anakin had dry eyes, a crick in his upper back, and three different To Do lists.

One, he would be sharing with Rex and his—their?—lieutenants. It mostly consisted of a few lists of the things they should focus on getting, what they hoped to get, and what would be nice to get.

Anakin had asked them to leave the datapads behind when they left so he could add more details as he thought of them. They had covered a lot, but he knew he would think of more.

The second was for himself, preferably before their next mission. This one mostly had notes on what datawork he'd need to go over for Torrent. Tying any loose ends that might reach out and strangle them down the line because they dared to look for resources outside of official channels. It also had reminders to finish finding the answers to the questions the men wanted, and maybe answer some of his own. He also wanted to arrange a supplies drop for the Guard, because while Anakin had taught them some tricks on how to get food on their own—which is why he thought to teach Torrent—and he'd given them something of a stockpile, it had been three weeks. Better to be on the safe side.

If every single Vod in Torrent chose to bond with him—and they might not, he reminds himself firmly—it would take about eleven days to get through all of the men. Eleven days to do all of that wasn't a whole lot of time, but Anakin had dealt with worse, and would do so again.

The last list was also for Anakin, but for more long term. So far, it only had a few things on it, making it the shortest list, by far. Primarily, to see if his hypothesis on whether or not he could use his own over abundance of Force Juice to boost his men's own connection with the Force was possible. Secondly, armor. There must be a way to improve that blasted armor across the whole of the GAR.

He added things to the appropriate list, or the near manuals the men had been typing before they'd had to leave, as he thought of them. He has never typed so fast in his life, he was sure.

It was going to be very satisfying to check things off as they were completed.

Which was why he decided to send a message to Fox, asking if he would be available for a comm the moment Anakin remembered he'd wanted to do so. It didn't need to be official, and since Fox didn't mind text comms, Anakin could probably even ensure there would be less of a chance any of the Jedi would discover Fox had anything to do with their plans. The Guard had enough going on, they did not need the extra scrutiny.

Fox, the overachiever, texted back within thirty seconds.

CC-1010: I'll be in my office at 0000

K-AS-6367: Excellent.

K-AS-6367: We can continue this conversation when you aren't likely to get shot.

CC-1010: Affirmative

Anakin's mouth ticked up in one corner, and he absently tapped the side of his scrap-comm fondly.

Anakin had missed him. No nonsense, and mostly no fun as he was, Fox was a good man; steady in a way that Anakin didn't remember having ever felt in a sentient before, and flexible as only a thinking, breathing person could be. It had been a little under a month since Anakin had been shipped off to Torrent, but they hadn't had more than a few short conversations over text in that time.

He'd wait until Fox commed him. This wasn't the sort of thing he wanted Fox to talk about in the open, even if it was over heavily encrypted easily corruptible text.

As soon as Anakin set the comm down, metal chunking lightly against the wood of the table top, the lights flicked off, all at once.

Ak!

His heart just about reared up to strangle him, and the resulting flinch sent claws of pain carving up and down his arm from the yanked IV, but also lacing through his entire body in protest of his aching muscles and ligaments. Razor edged readiness sliced through his mind, cutting and almost gentle in its icy sharpness.

It took a few seconds once his usual flare of surprise and pain died down for him to reassert his reasoning abilities.

He forced himself to breathe at the speed Obi-Wan had taught him to use for meditation so long ago. If it was too fast, and shaky, he forgave himself. He wasn't safe here, and he had a bad habit of forgetting he was not, even when he was alone.

Especially when at the mercy of Masters.

Once the white noise buzzing in his ears died down, as it had every evening since he woke up in this room, Anakin became aware of his comm flashing on the table top where he'd left it.

He blinked at it, fuzzily wondering who had his scrap comm code.

Wait. He'd programmed in his Jedi number and his personal when the healers hadn't given him his comm when he'd proven himself coherent, hadn't he.

Well, at least he knew it wasn't Obi-Wan. They would have told him he didn't have a comm, so far as they knew.

Reassured, Anakin picked up the hunk of junk, more with the force then his half numb fingers, and woke the thing up.

Immediately, it pulled up his new message.

Kix! Anakin perked up a bit.

CT-6116 : Status, General

He wilted again. Medical stuff. Of course.

Wait.

K-AS-6367 : You felt that?

Just as he hits the send button, Anakin became aware of his bonds, all at once.

Anakin had dropped the majority of the shielding on his new bonds the instant the door had closed behind his men. Partly because all six of them had proven to be sensitive to the shielding, but it was mostly for selfish reasons, Anakin can admit to himself with some reluctance. He had soothed over the sting of giving in to his own selfish wants with platitudes; there were two shields between them, it would be fine. He'll put them back up before he went to sleep. If he went to sleep.

It'd be fine.

Except it wasn't, because Anakin had forgotten his curfew.

Of course, they had felt his response to lights off.

Yes, the men were seventeen point four klicks and two heavy duty shields away, but that would have only mattered a little a week ago. Some concentration and he would have been able to send anything he wanted down any of his bonds, but it would have had to be deliberate.

Now? He had four times his previous Sensitivity. Those same shields were like particularly dense flimsy to him now. Force knew he'd had no choice but to layer his own shields to wring even an ounce of functionality from his brain even behind these once impressive artificial shields.

Anakin was typing almost before he finished the thought.

K-AS-6367 : Nevermind.

K-AS-6367 : Clear. Just surprised.

It wasn't long before the reply came, accompanied by a near buzzing displeasure over the bond. The promise behind the text was hardly shocking.

CT-6116 : I'll see you in the morning, sir.

Satisfied Kix wouldn't message again, Anakin put the comm to sleep, slumping.

He breathed in deep, held it for a count of three, then slowly released it. He let the guilt of his negligence stream out between his teeth too. He inhaled again, held for three beats, grabbed the shields he'd so selfishly dropped, then exhaled, pulling them up.

Anakin was fully capable of learning from his mistakes. It was quite possibly the only reason he was still alive, between that and his sheer jaw dropping luck.

Anakin liked to think it had more to do with the former, if only because he had a lot more control of that, but he had long since decided it was a waste of energy to think about what might be, instead of simply accepting what was.

He made a mistake. He would learn from it, and move forward.

Putting his comm to the side, Anakin gathered the holocrons with the Force, and settled on the floor with a sigh. He ignored the creaking aches through out his body with the ease of long practice, instead deliberately arranging the holocrons to hover in the most geometrically sound pattern around himself.

Best get back to it.

#jiliu au #start wars prequels #clone wars #star wars #anakin skywalker #anakin needs a hug #force bonds #force sensitive clones #anakin is half force #kix #clone medic kix #clone trooper kix #ct 6116 #cc 1010 #fox #commander fox

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nb-fic-recs · 1 year

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saltsanford: let the river in

Fives turns back to eye him suspiciously, nearly stumbling over his own feet. Kix opens his mouth, closes it again. There’s a little voice inside of him, faint and distant like a particularly staticky transmission, and it’s trying to tell him something. It’s similar to the same feeling that tugs at him when he’s treating a nasty wound, the one that whisper-shouts at him to put pressure here or mix the antidote like that— a muffled but bone-deep instinct that comes from somewhere other than just his training. It’s as close to screaming as he’s ever heard now, telling him quite clearly that if he lets Fives out of his sight tonight, he will never see him again. Kix refuses to let Fives out of his sight after their meeting at 79s. Meanwhile, Fox grows increasingly desperate in his search, Cody wants nothing more than to help all his brothers, and Fives can’t figure out why he feels so odd now that his chip is gone. https://archiveofourown.org/works/41977200

#fandom:the-clone-wars #genre:AU #AU:divergent-timeline #trope:order-66-thwarted #fives-ct-27-5555 #kix-ct-6116 #jesse-ct-5597 #cody-cc-2224 #rex-ct-7567 #fox-cc-1010 #cast:clone-troopers #trope:force-sensitive #trope:family

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lamaenthel · 3 months

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[Read on ao3]

Helpless (Boba Fett, Jango Fett • 851 Words)

Solitary Confinement (CC-2224|Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano • 1575 Words)

"Bite Down On This" (CC-5052|Bly, Aayla Secura, Quinlan Vos • 868 Words)

Obedience (CT-5597|Jesse, Darth Maul, Original Mandalorian Character • 1942 Words)

Rope Burns (CT-7567|Rex, Sith!Ahsoka Tano, Darth Vader, Sabé • 1723 Words)

"You Lied To Me" (Sintas Vel, Ailyn Vel, Mirta Gev • 1284 Words)

Suffering In Silence (CC-3636|Wolffe, Plo Koon • 889 Words)

"Why Won't It Stop" (Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker • 1443 Words)

Bees Human Shield (Etain Tur-Mukan, RC-1136|Darman Skirata 876 Words)

Killing In Self Defense (Obi-Wan Kenobi, Satine Kryze, Qui-Gon Jinn • 383 Words)

Time Loop "I Love You" (CT-7567|Rex, Darth Vader, Sith!Ahsoka Tano • 1931 Words)

Semi-Conscious (Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi • 604 Words)

"You Weren't Supposed To Get Hurt" (Jango Fett, Boba Fett • 798 Words)

Blood-Stained Tiles (CT-6116|Kix, CT-5597|Jesse, Anakin Skywalker • 372 Words)

"Who Did This To You?" (CT-7567|Rex, Darth Vader, Sith!Ahsoka Tano, Padmé Amidala, Obi-Wan Kenobi • 1590 Words)

Came Back Wrong (CT-7567|Rex, Darth Vader, Sith!Ahsoka Tano, Padmé Amidala, Obi-Wan Kenobi • 2935 Words)

Hostage Situation (Barriss Offee, Luminara Unduli • 729 Words)

Too Weak To Move (Ailyn Vel, Boba Fett • 2114 Words)

"Please Don't" (Chirrut Îmwe, Baze Malbus • 458 Words)

Truth Serum (Crosshair, Omega • 1309 Words)

Unresponsive (Depa Billaba, Caleb Dume • 510 Words)

"You Weren't Meant To Be There" (N-11|Ordo Skirata, Besany Wennen • 819 Words)

Presumed Dead (Chopper, Hera Syndulla • 1735 Words)

"I'm Doing This Because I Care About You" (CT-7567|Rex, Darth Vader, Sith!Ahsoka Tano, Padmé Amidala, Obi-Wan Kenobi • 2376 Words)

Waterboarding (Kal Skirata, N-11|Ordo Skirata • 759 Words)

"Help Them" (Alexsandr Kallus, Zeb Orrelios • 943 Words)

Left For Dead (ARC-1409|Echo • 447 Words)

"No… Not Like This" (Cal Kestis, Merrin • 403 Words)

Not Allowed To Die (CT-7567|Rex, Darth Vader, Sith!Ahsoka Tano, CC-2224|Cody • 2457 Words)

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sergeantgoggles · 3 months

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Happy Coday! (2/2/24)

I had such a great time writing all of these fics to celebrate one of my favorite clones on a day that will literally come once in forever. I have attached links as to each individual fic as well as the series that all of them are in.

Individual tags and ratings are listed under the cut.

@codyday2224

Cody Day 2/2/24 Series

Mirotic | Cody/Rex | Explicit

Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/CT-7567 | Rex, CC-5052 | Bly/Clone Trooper Keeli, CC-2224 | Cody & CC-1010 | Fox, CC-2224 | Cody & CC-3636 | Wolffe, CC-5052 | Bly & CC-2224 | Cody Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, CT-7567 | Rex, CC-3636 | Wolffe, CC-5052 | Bly, Clone Trooper Keeli (Star Wars), CC-1010 | Fox, CT-6116 | Kix, CT-5597 | Jesse Additional Tags: Implied Jesse/Kix, Implied Wolffe/Cody, Implied Bly/Cody, Blow Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Pre-Clone Wars, Come Swallowing, Fresher Sex, Call Numbers as Names, Clone Troopers Speak Mando'a (Star Wars), Rookies on Kamino, Fuck Buddies to Lovers Summary: Some things are routine for Cody. It's been ingrained in his DNA, etched into his everyday life for years. And then Rex comes along and makes himself part of the routine.

Say You're Here (And It's All Over Now) | Cody/Crosshair | Mature

Relationship: CC-2224 | Cody/CT-9904 | Crosshair Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, CT-9904 | Crosshair Additional Tags: Mentions of Cody/Rex, Mentions of Cody/Ghost Company, Mentions of Cody/Torrent Company, Implied Poly Batch, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of canon deaths, Canon Divergent, post S2e3, implied sex, Kissing, Broken Promises Summary: Cody had always kept his word. That was a trait that he had picked up from his General during the Clone War. But times change, people change, and he is no exception.

(Just Hold Me) Tight To Your Body | Cody/Echo | Explicit

Relationship: CC-2224 | Cody/CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, CT-7567 | Rex, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, Additional Tags: Implied Rex/Fives, Implied Obi-Wan/Anakin, Sex On The Negotiator, Kissing, Possessive Behavior, Bottom CC-2224 | Cody, Top CT-1409 | Echo, Body Worship, ARC training, Grinding, Dry Humping, Armor Swapping, Coming Untouched, Come Eating, Light Angst, Fives and Echo are twins, Come Marking Summary: There isn't a lot of time, but Cody is dying to see Echo's body fresh out of ARC Trooper training, and Echo is more than happy to demonstrate.

Be As One (Like Stars Falling Like Raindrops On The Ocean) | Cody/Fives | Teen

Relationship: CC-2224 | Cody/CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, CT-7567 | Rex, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Obi-Wan Kenobi Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Troopers On Leave, Fluff, Engagement, Kissing, Sweet Talk, Fives Is A Blusher, Clone Troopers Speak Mando'a (Star Wars) Summary: Fives has been waiting a long time to get some time off with Cody. Cody has been waiting a long time to spoil his favorite ARC Trooper. And neither have to wait any longer.

Call Me By His Name | Hunter/Tech + Cody | Explicit

Relationships: Hunter/Tech (Star Wars), CC-2224 | Cody/Hunter/Tech (Star Wars) Characters: Clone Trooper Hunter (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Tech (Star Wars), CC-2224 | Cody, CT-6116 | Kix Additional Tags: Implied Cody/Kix, Sexual Roleplay, Hunter Uses His Enhanced Senses For Evil And Sex, post s7e1, Anal Fingering, Implied Blow Job, Sexual Proposition, Title Kink, Light BDSM, Praise Kink Summary: After Cody was nearly crushed being shot out of the sky on Anaxsis, restlessness sets in. He wanders the barracks, knowing that most troopers will be asleep at this hour, but overhears some very interesting late night activities coming from the Bad Batch berthing.

Time Is Precious (And it's Slipping Away) | Cody/Kix | Explicit

Relationship: CC-2224 | Cody/CT-6116 | Kix Characters: CC-2224 | Cody CT-6116 | Kix Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Mentions of Bodily Trauma, Mentions of Blood, Mentions of Death, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Open Relationship Implied, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Anal, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, After Sex Cuddles, Aftercare, Clone Troopers Speak Mando'a (Star Wars) Summary: Body counts are nothing new in war. Cody is used to spending late nights and early mornings signing paperwork after a rough campaign, but someone has to do all the other work before those datapads land on his desk. Kix can save a lot, but he can't save them all, and it takes a toll on him. Cody can distract him for a little while. The datapads will understand.

(He Senses Something) Call It Desperation | Cody/Hunter | Explicit

Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Clone Trooper Hunter/Clone Trooper Tech, Hunter/Male Clone Trooper OC Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Clone Trooper Hunter (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Tech (Star Wars). Clone Trooper Wrecker (Star Wars), CT-9904 | Crosshair, Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars), CT-7567 | Rex, Clone Trooper Hardcase (Star Wars), CT-6116 | Kix, Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Implied Cody/Kix, Implied Rex/Hardcase, Implied Hunter/Tech, implied waxer/boil, sniffing, Scenting, Blow Jobs, Abuse of Hunter's Heightened Senses, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Clone Trooper Gossip, Mentions of Decomissioning, mentions of reconditioning, Minor Original Character(s), Hunter is a little shit Summary: Cody's trip to Kamino is hardly for a break, but rumors about a particular Sergeant catch his ear, and now he can't help being a little curious how much weight they hold.

I'm In Love With You (But You Already Know) | Cody/Fives | Explicit

Relationship: CC-2224 | Cody/CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives Additional Tags: Emotional Sex, sex with feelings, Clones crying, Clone Troopers Speak Mando'a (Star Wars), Marriage Vows, Mandalorian Marriage Vows, Honestly The Sex Is Only There If You Squint, But There's Enough To Warrant The E Rating, Morning Cuddles, Kissing, Morning Wood they're both emotional messes, Not Beta Read, we die like clones Summary: Cody and Fives' long weekend is coming to an end, and the weight of never having this again settles on them far too heavily. Part 2 of "Be As One (Like Stars Falling Like Raindrops In The Ocean)"

#cody day 2224 #commander cody #cloneshipping #clonecest #cody/rex #cody/kix #cody/crosshair #huntech #cody/hunter/tech #cody/hunter #cody/fives #cody/echo #fluff #angst #smut #read all individual tags

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kalevalakryze · 5 months

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Blood On The Ice

Chapter One: Muun Nynir

Characters: Sabine Wren, Shin Hati, Ahsoka Tano, Ezra Bridger, Tristan Wren, CT-7567 | Rex, CC-5576-39 | Gregor, CT-6116 | Kix,Bo-Katan Kryze, Koska Reeves, Axe Woves, Paz Vizsla, Trilla Suduri | Second Sister, Reva Sevander | Third Sister, Grand Inquisitor (Star Wars), Baylan Skoll, Hera Syndulla, Morgan Elsbeth, Fifth Brother (Star Wars) Relationships: Shin Hati/Sabine Wren, Alrich Wren/Ursa Wren, Ezra Bridger/Tristan Wren, C1-10P | Chopper/Marrok, Hera Syndulla/Ahsoka Tano, The Armorer (The Mandalorian TV)/Bo-Katan Kryze, Reva Sevander | Third Sister/Trilla Suduri | Second Sister, Shin Hati & Baylan Skoll, Ezra Bridger & Ahsoka Tano & Sabine Wren, Alrich Wren & Sabine Wren & Tristan Wren & Ursa Wren Tags: Alternate Universe - Hockey, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Blood and Injury, Enemies to Lovers, Slow Build, Hockey Fights, Hockey Injuries AO3 Link: Here! Word Count: 3,125

Notes: It's finally here! I've been working on this one chapter for the last two months! Gosh, so happy to get here right now! So some things to note, this series will take place across 3 acts, with a currently undefined chapter count on all, with obviously as seen in the series, some loose snippets floating around. This world was built by @thegirlsinthecity and myself, and while neither of us know everything about hockey, I think it's more about the fun we had putting this together over exact accuracy. (And yes, there are plans to return and update tags soon) So just some basic team lineups so it isn't all lost (And yes, more will be added slowly as I expand on the lines) Lothal Spectres: Sabine Wren, #5, Right Wing, Two-Way Forward Ahsoka Tano, #32, Center, Playmaker Ezra Bridger, #6, Left Wing, Grinder Tristan Wren, #60, Right Defense, Offensive Rex Fett, #51, Left Defense, Enforcer Gregor Fett, #39, Goalie, Hybrid Kix Fett, Team Medic Axe Woves, #17, Right Wing, Sniper Koska Reeves, #29, Left Wing, Playmaker Bo-Katan Kryze, #42, Center, Grinder Chopper: #00 Mascot Hera Syndulla, Coach/Owner Mercenaries: Shin Hati, #64, Left Wing, Enforcer Baylan Skoll, #87, Center, Playmaker Reva Sevander, #66, Right Wing, Two-Way Fifth Brother, #23, Right Defense, Offensive Trilla Suduri, #74, Left Defense, Enforcer Grant Inquisitor, #85, Goalie, Standup Cad Bane, #32, Center, Grinder Boba Fett, #1, Right Defense, Two-way Fennec Shand, #9, Left Defense, Enforcer Aurra Sing, #48, Right Wing, Playmaker Bossk, #54, Left Wing, Sniper Marrok, #26, Mascot Morgan Elsbeth, Owner

“You ready to get back out there, Sabine?” Ahsoka called from the other side of the locker room, securing her lekku in the padding so they wouldn’t risk injury or swing about and hurt someone.

Sabine looked up from the yellow and blue jersey in her hands, the Firebird emblazoned on the chest, and the number five stamped across the back and shoulders.

“You’ll figure it out, verd’ika,” Bo-Katan’s hand was heavy on her shoulder, warmth seeping through the thick shoulder pads as the older Mandalorian dropped to her side. “Shoot straight, don’t get hit. Rules haven’t changed on your way up to the big leagues.”

“But you need to be mindful of everyone on the ice,” Ahsoka cut the redhead off with a shake of her head as she settled on Sabine’s other side. “The Mercenaries are… better equipped than us. They’ve also had more time to train their rookie,”

“Run that one by me again?” The younger woman shrugged off Bo’s hand to tug the jersey over her head, brushing her fingers through her hair to fix it once the material was settled over all the padding.

“Shin Hati, some kind of college star, Merc’s Captain, Baylan Skoll, has been training her since she was a kid, I guess.” Sabine scoffed at the mention. Some kid whose connections got them the job, typical.

“Don’t underestimate your opponent, Sabine.” Ahsoka reprimanded gently as she started to lace up her skates. “Hati made a name for themselves in the pre-season, a dangerous one at that. You’ll need to keep your head out there.”

“Ahsoka, if anyone can keep their head out there, it’s Sabine,” Bo stood to her defense immediately, bringing a small smile to the younger Mandalorian’s lips. “You just gotta trust her, and also, hurry up. Clock’s ticking-” The redhead motioned to the loudspeaker announcing their time left before they needed to make their first appearance on the ice.

Grabbing her helmet, Bo offered Sabine one last look of mild sympathy. “You’ll be alright, ad’ika. Your aliit is with you,”

Trilla and Reva were laughing. The first game of the full season, and they were sitting there laughing. Shin was trying their best not to give them a moment of their time as she adjusted the light away uniform on her body, making sure the padding was covered and everything fell perfectly.

Stepping out into the hallway, Shin was greeted by Baylan exiting the men’s locker room as well. Their head dipped in a silent greeting as he fixed the chin straps of his helmet. “The Spectres have had a roster change since we last faced them,” He informed them as a greeting as they made their way down the hall towards the tunnels where the pounding feet and heavy bass made it hard to hear him properly.

Taking the sticks as they were handed out by Morgan who was working her way down the line of their emerging teammates, Baylan rested his hands on the top. “Their newest addition, Sabine Wren; has countless connections to many on the team, including her little brothers, Tristan Wren, and Ezra Bridger. Keep an eye on her, but be mindful of the positions on the ice.”

“Of course,” Shin nodded, silvery eyes glancing through the doors to catch the shining lights all over the yellow and blue arena. Lothal. If they never had to come back, it would be too soon.

There was no meeting or chant, nothing said between the players as the clock ticked by; not like the teams Shin had played for in college, which she was grateful for, really, the team bonding thing just wasn’t their vibe, and this team respected that quality in them all, but there may have been some part of them that itched at the lack of any acknowledgment from Morgan, who’s career counted on their wins.

The speakers thundered in their ears as the doors were pulled open to the ice. “Everybody welcome to the ice, your Lothal Spectres!” It was an older man on the intercom, someone who sounded as if he genuinely loved his job, like everyone at this blasted arena. The cheering grew tenfold as skates hit the ice. From behind Baylan, Shin could see the flashes of blue and yellow on the rink as the players took a lap.

“And your opponents for tonight, the Seatos Mercenaries!” Balanced on his blades, Baylan led their line down the tunnel. There wasn’t a big fanbase willing to travel across the galaxy to watch them. Still, they had a handful of devoted regulars reaching their hands into the tunnels, as well as some children and Spectres fans who didn’t seem to care, as long as somebody acknowledged them.

Shin paid none of them any mind, ducking out of the way of reaching hands, even as Baylan offered a tap of his glove into each one. The crushing feeling of anxiety melted the minute her skates touched the ice and she was allowed to break away. The music and screaming were still deafening, but now they had their favorite distraction in the form of muscles burning and the cool air in her face

“Well kid, there they are.” Bo-Katan called as she zipped past, sinking a puck into the empty net while Gregor caught up on his stretches to the side. “They’ve been calling ‘em Wolves, Kurs’kadedse.” Sparing a look to the opposing side of the ice, Sabine caught a pair of silver eyes locked onto her, eyes that continued to stare even as the Mandalorians caught them.

“That’s the one we were warning you about, Hati.”

“What the krif is she looking at?” Sabine huffed as she passed a puck between her skates before sending it flying towards the net, hitting the post before bouncing right into the netting.

Bo-Katan’s gaze drifted back to the ever-present stare on the other side of the ice. “I don’t know, but girl; please blink.” The redhead shook her head and turned her attention to the filling stands around them. “Seriously, I don’t think she’s blinked this entire time; could be something to use to our advantage.” The older Mandalorian clapped Sabine on the shoulder before taking off to the glass by their box to flick pucks over for the group of kids gathered on the other side.

Sabine dared one last glance back towards the Mercenaries side before shaking her head, she could deal with a little staring for be’gotal’ad sake, you didn’t look like she did and did not get used to all kinds of stares, this creepy… animalistic stare was nothing… Everything was fine….

Through the entire anthem, Sabine could feel the icy stare, determinedly, the Mandalorian focused on the ice, etching a groove with her skates as the anthem pulled to a close.

“So, she’s got some kind of staring problem,” Tristan was quick to announce, making Ezra laugh and nod his head.

“Yeah seriously, ‘bine, you’d think you personally went over there and insulted her mother, she didn’t look away from you once.” Ezra crossed his arms over his chest, the tip of his colorfully taped stick pressing under his chin and against the strap. “Be careful… Something feels off about them.”

“Seriously guys, I’ll be fine, it’s only the first game. I seriously doubt anyone will be out for blood,” Sabine shook off their worry with a dismissive wave of her hand as she glided to start.

Sabine didn’t have a chance to give the wolf on the ice much more of a single thought once they returned; The eyes on her were in the back of her mind the second the puck had dropped at center ice. Besides, she had plenty enough eyes on her the second she’d taken control of the puck and sank it right past the Inquisitor’s glove, sailing past his shoulder and smacking into the goalpost before finding a home in the white netting as the horns blared not even thirty seconds into the game.

Tristan was the first one on her, arms tight around his older sister as the rest of the team crowded her against the boards in celebration. The crowd was screaming, though it was dulled by the beating of her heart in her ears. “I knew you could do it!” Ezra shouted in her ear as Ahsoka’s hand pressed against the top of her helmet. Even Rex offered the Mandalorian a proud punch to the shoulder before finally allowing her some room.

The eyes on her from the other bench were deadly and predatory, as Sabine glided past, she watched a short woman leaning over the wall to talk to psycho-eyes. It was… disconcerting, but really, not her problem. As Sabine rolled into her first shift, Hera’s hand clamped down on her shoulder proudly. “That was a good run, we’re gonna send you on the next shift, watch for Bo-Katan’s signal.”

“Got it!” Sabine called over the roar of fans in the stadium, offering a smirk towards the camera when she glanced to the screens to see her name flashing on the humongotron, progressing to full laughter at the increase in noise from the crowd, before the cameras flipped back to the game.

“They love you, ‘bine!” Ezra called as he hopped the board, letting his shoulder bump into hers as he grabbed a bottle of water, nearly missing entirely when he squeezed the thin plastic to squirt it into his mouth.

Rex jumped over the boards then, smacking his gloved hand into Ezra’s hand for good measure. Sabine couldn’t hear his comment, but Ezra flipped him off anyway as the old timer went into the frey, catching Suduri in a hit that sent the behemoth of an enforcer to the ground.

There was a flash of the mirrored tint from Bo-Katan’s helmet as she turned her head towards the bench. There was no other signal to be sent her way, but as Wedge glided to the bench, she knew it was her time to jump back in.

Almost immediately, the Wolf was back on the ice, shifting as Sabine was crossing the neutral zone. Their head lowered, shoulders tilting forward as they streaked down middle ice. Sabine caught the puck as it was shot to her, clear for the moment in the breakaway. The puck smacked off the hook of her stick, pulling it in close to her body as she stuck to the wall. The wolf was gaining ground on her, fast.

Golden eyes flashed across the ice. Ezra was almost clear… If he could just catch her gaze; Blue met gold, the puck soared across the ice, missing gloves and sicks as it went. It hit the edge of his skate as he broke away from the towering defense. Sabine didn’t get to see what he did with the puck, catching a heavily padded shoulder square in the chest that sent her down to the ice.

“Learn to take a hit,” Her attacker growled from above as the play was called dead. One of the linesmen pulled to the wolf as Tristan rushed over to help her up. As the penalty animation played on screen and zoomed in on the wolf for roughing, Sabine could swear she saw a flash of teeth as the Keldorian ref pulled her to the box.

“Gotal’ad, verd’ika!” Bo-Katan exclaimed as she pulled to Sabine’s other side, gloved hand pressing into her back and fixing the bright jersey. “What did you do to them?”

“Literally nothing!” The purple haired woman groaned dramatically, shaking out muscles they knew would be overly sore the next day. “She’s fucking insane!.”

“It was a valid hit though, little Wren,” Rex called as he pulled into the circle, shrugging his shoulder nonchalantly as the Mercenaries penalty killers lined up.

“Shut up, old man,” Sabine grumbled as she settled in.

The ref dropped the puck, backing out of the two spitfires that were Bo-Katan Kryze and third-line center, Moff Gideon. Shoulders smashed together, skates scratched into ice, and sticks smacked into each other, until at last, Bo managed to kick the puck free, passing it to Ezra, who swung it across to Koska, then Axe. As the Spectre’s raced down the ice to take advantage of the five-on-four, the Mercenaries fought like hell to stop the assault.

Sabine was streaking up the middle with Reva on her tail, pushing her closer and closer to the boards. Reva was bigger, but Sabine was faster, pushing the puck between her skates every time a black and red taped stick reached across to poke the puck from her unrelenting control. Rex pulled in next, pushing his way between the offensive right defense and the two-way forward.

Getting Reva off her back was everything Sabine needed as she pulled into the Goalie’s space, Axe swinging around the left side goalpost to screen the Inquisitor, taking that half a second of attention away from her as she kicked the puck from where it sat between her feet. The windup was fast, sending the puck flying from the toe of her stick.

The Inquisitor dropped into a butterfly, but it was too late, the puck sailed past the closing edges of his pads and sank into the net, the loud goal horn echoing through the arena, quickly drowned out by the explosion of cheers from the crowd as Sabine’s arms went up into the air. “Yes! That’s how you get it done!” She shouted, her voice unheard with all the noise.

Gleaming golden eyes turned to the crowd as Bo-Katan slammed into her, arms wrapping around her as Axe, Koska, Tristan, and Paz all joined in, almost slamming their huddle into the boards in their celebration. The only thing that altered the high of her joy was the heavy weight of predatory eyes, their weight intensifying as the Mercenaries winger was released from the penalty box.

Eleven minutes left in the period, Spectres up by two, the crowd was electric, and Sabine’s heart was thumping comfortably in her chest, each time she glanced back at Hera, the beaming smile only made her light up more. As they pulled back to center ice, Sabine spared one last glance at the crowd, lips twisting when she caught sight of Ursa’s familiar yellow and grey coat in the stadium’s loudville level, phone raised, no doubt zoomed in to catch her kids on the ice.

“Tristan!” She called as he came into his position at her right. “Buir is taking a picture, stop looking dumb,” This earned a barking laugh from him as Ezra and Koska switched out.

“Yeah yeah, don’t hog all the limelight, ‘bine!”

A growl from the opposing side had Sabine looking away from her brother. “You got a problem, kurs’kaded?” Sabine shot to the enforcer that sat on the other side of the blue line. The blonde only sneered and settled in, shoulders hunched forward and silver eyes breaking away from Sabine for probably the first time all day. “That’s what I thought,”

The next break came with a renowned intensity. Whatever the small coach on the Mercenaries lines said must have been particularly seething, with each forward all but bowling the spectre line over the moment the puck dropped.

The puck was passed between wolf, to Sudari, Sevander, Skoll, then wolf again. Hera signalled for Sabine to shift, though it went ignored as the young Mandalorian managed to get her stick out, shoving the puck out of the wolf’s grasp. She slid carefully, hearing their skates scrape and grind as she spun around to take control.

The race back to the Mercenaries goal was intense, a five on one break away that had Sabine already tensing up to get hit the further she pushed it, legs exhausting as she worked; Bo-Katan had already shifted, and Koska had switched with Rex this time.

“Wren is breaking away! All alone crossing into Mercenary ice!”

“Here comes Hati, closing in fast-”

“Ohhh that one has got to hurt!”

The wolf’s shoulder smacked into her, their stick tangling in her skates in an illegal hook that sent her to the ground. Sabine hit the ice hard, sliding into the boards as they released their hold. The shrill whistle was sharp and skull splitting, but still, Sabine managed to get up, catching the venomous heaviness in dark eyes that tracked her recovery. The wolf turned away from her, igniting a spark of anger in her stomach.

“Seems like Wren isn’t going to let that hit stand!”

The cheers that followed Sabine throwing her gloves and stick to the ground were loud and thunderous, but no more than her own heart as the almost bored look in Hati’s gaze turned into one of excitement. The scouts had noted that the wolf played with her food, and right now, Sabine was a four course meal.

Her knuckles connected with their jaw almost as soon as her glove bounced off the ice. Heavy hands shoved into her to keep her back, though she could tell already that the bony knuckle of her middle finger had managed to split skin, red bubbling up onto a pale canvas quickly.

There wasn’t much time to focus on the renowned look in their eyes when a gloved hand launched into her face, smacking her head back off the glass hard enough to bring black spots to her eyes, though the second hit, ungloved, and right into the sliver of space between the pads right into her kidneys was the one that sent her to the ground, knees hitting the ice hard enough to make her bones ache.

The crowd was screaming and cheering at the fight, smaller fights broke out on the ice around them, and Sabine could just barely see Skoll, shouting past the line of refs and yellow and white jerseys as he tried to call them off of her as Ahsoka and Kix struggled to rush through the traffic. Fans were throwing things onto the ice, and a cold hand bashed into her face at least two more times, the skin of her lip splitting under torn knuckles, even as hot blood raced down the back of her head, staining her own jersey an almost orange color as the ichor bled into the bright yellows.

Sabine’s vision swam, fists swinging weakly out, hands grasping at the white of their jersey, staining it with her own blood, trying to keep them from swinging any more. By the time Baylan managed to drag them off of her, Sabine’s vision was just a pinprick, barely managing to catch the look on Ahsoka’s face as she and Hera raced to try and catch her, darkness enveloping them in the hazy warmth of blood loss and the deafening sound of fans screaming.

Translations: Muun Nynir - Hard Hit verd'ika - little warrior ad'ika - little one aliit - family Kurs’kadedse - wolves for be’gotal’ad sake - for the sake of the maker Gotal’ad, verd’ika - Maker, little warrior

#wolfwren #sabine wren #shin hati #ahsoka tano #baylan skoll #reva sevander #trilla suduri #star wars #hockey #hockey au #ahsoka series #ahsoka #bo katan kryze #fic

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yukipri · 1 year

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Clonetober 2022 Art Compilation

Giving these portraits their own Masterpost in order to make room for more links in the Star Wars 2021~ General Art Masterpost!

The link to this post can be found through both the Masterpost linked above, as well as my pinned Masterpost!

The below links contain both the Clonetober Complete Compilation post, as well as links to every individual portrait.

Masterpost Key:

[ILL] = Illustration

CLONETOBER 2022

Clonetober 2022 Challenge Completed! Compilation of 31 Portraits

[ILL] Day 1 - Fordo | Alpha-77

[ILL] Day 2 - Seventeen, “Alpha” | Alpha-17

[ILL] Day 3 - Waxer | CT-7002

[ILL] Day 4 - Boil | CT-7212

[ILL] Day 5 - Fives | CT-5555

[ILL] Day 6 - Echo | CT-1409

[ILL] Day 7 - Wooley | CT-9899

[ILL] Day 8 - Crys | CT-8324

[ILL] Day 9 - Wolffe | CC-3636

[ILL] Day 10 - Fox | CC-1010

[ILL] Day 11 - Thorn | CC-9333

[ILL] Day 12 - Jesse | CT-5597

[ILL] Day 13 - Hardcase | CT-2666

[ILL] Day 14 - Bly | CC-5052

[ILL] Day 15 - Longshot | CT-1110

[ILL] Day 16 - Trapper | CT-3457

[ILL] Day 17 - Gree | CC-1004

[ILL] Day 18 - Bacara | CC-1138

[ILL] Day 19 - Gregor | RC-5576

[ILL] Day 20 - Kix | CT-6116

[ILL] Day 21 - Stabber | CT-9111

[ILL] Day 22 - Ashe | CC-2222

[ILL] Day 23 - Glitch | CT-1414

[ILL] Day 24 - Blackout | CC-0007

[ILL] Day 25 - Howzer | CT-7569

[ILL] Day 26 - Rex | CT-7567

[ILL] Day 27 - Cody | CC-2224

[ILL] Day 28 - Ninety-Nine | Alpha-99

[ILL] Day 29 - Omega | Omega-ØØ

[ILL] Day 30 - Boba Fett | Alpha-ØØ

[ILL] Day 31 - Jango Fett | The Prime

#YukiPri art #Masterpost #Clone Troopers #212th Attack Battalion #TCW #The Clone Wars #Commander Cody #Captain Rex #Alpha-17 #Fordo #Jango Fett #Boba Fett #501st Legion #Star Wars

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mandalorianbrainweasel · 4 months

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Log Report: Incident BJC-BJS-02-12-145

company duty officer: Lieutenant Ribcage CT-3839 legion duty officer: Commander Appo CC-1119 command duty officer: Commander Cody CC-2224 “altercation began | 1815” ----“involving CT-5597, CT-6116, CT-7567, CT-4675, and RC-1207” physical conflict initiated by ct-5597 | 1821” “all troopers subdued | 1853” “witness statements collected, see attached | 0014”

CloneBang! @clonebang has been wonderful enough to host an amazing event this year for a clone-centric big bang.

Genfic, rated T, 21k of Cody, Anakin, and Obi-Wan interviewing those needed related to a fistfight that broke out at the end of a campaign. Kix-centric, with commando drop-outs Kix and Hardcase, and special guests Delta Squad.

Warnings for: Canon-Typical Violence (including Chemical Weapons), Xenophobia, referenced suicide, and grief related to a death that would have been preventable outside the military machine of Kamino and the GAR. Background cloneships.

You can find the incident report here with all the tags.

Includes art by Kippysaurus.

#my fanfiction #not my art #art added with permission #clonebang #cb2023 #clone medic kix

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clonemedickix · 9 months

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My current WIP and obsession, my OC clone CT 5609 LT Primer, Dragon Company Commander.

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence / Mature themes / Adult content UNDER 18 DNI

Category: F/M

Fandoms: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) | Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types | The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien | Game of Thrones (TV) | Star Wars - All Media Types

Relationship: CT-7567 | Rex/Original Female Character(s)

EXCERPT:

Generals Kenobi and Skywalker were sitting at a table on the open tarmac, Rex and Cody beside their superiors quietly waiting for the physical test to start. Lara was going to test the candidates in hand to hand combat, using hand only, blades and quarter staff. She wanted to see how well they might work, using any object as a weapon to defend themselves. She stepped up to the first candidate, CT 5609, named Primer. Lara gave him a little ceremonial bow, waiting for him to return it, then took a ready pose.

The clone did the same, his watchful eyes on her. When he’d been introduced to the new General, he’d just about not been able to listen to the words coming from the Commander about why he was there. She was hypnotizing to look at. She’d noticed his distraction and gave him a bright smile, then looked to Cody significantly. Primer had been able to snap himself out of his daze then, hearing the reason for being called there that day. He was honored, but now he was terrified. He was expected to fight this woman? That was not his first inclination.

While he was daydreaming, Lara suddenly closed the distance between them, her left fist coming out of seemingly nowhere to punch him. He barely got his forearm up to block her in time, and dank ferrick! She packed a punch! He stepped back quickly, but that gave her room to spin and bring her boot around, nearly taking him in the side of the head. He dropped low, the kick passing over him, and quickly stepped into her radius, trying to keep her in tight quarters so she couldnt swing at him. But that was part of the goal here. He caught a stiff elbow in the solar plexus that made him see stars. He barely kept his feet, raising his right arm weakly to block another punch while throwing one of his own with his left fist. She stopped his fist cold with her palm, stepped back a bit, spun and took his feet right out from under him. Primer was looking at the sky from his back, wondering what just happened? That whole fight had lasted about 3 seconds.

His view was suddenly blocked by her smiling face as she stood over him. “Alright, soldier?” She reached her hand down to help haul him to his feet. Primer looked blindsided. He’d always thought he was pretty capable at hand to hand fighting. He was going to have to step up his game. She didn’t give him much time to think, suddenly dropping her head low and bringing her back foot up in a spin kick. Primer got both hands up and caught her foot this time, pushing back to throw it away from him. She somehow used the momentum of his push to spin in midair on her side like a corkscrew, landing on her feet, then spinning backwards to bring her fists around. Primer was acting purely on instinct at that point, trying to defend himself. He started to actively back away from her, working in a circle. She stopped her attacks, watching him circle like some kind of predator cat searching for the best opening.

Their fight lasted about 5 minutes longer; she didnt have all day to play with these guys, though clearly she enjoyed sparring. Primer had finally gone on the offensive, moving to attack the General rather than run from her the entire test. He’d landed a couple of good blows, he thought. When General Kenobi called time on the match, Lara had stood, smiled at Primer and bowed to him again. This time, he felt the respect he gave her was completely founded. She fought better than anyone he’d ever seen.

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smut-wars-exchange · 10 months

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CLAIMED

To claim this pinch hit, please send an email to smutwars(@)outlook.com with your AO3 username.

Pinch Hit #1: ibissal; Star Wars - All Media Types

Request 1: CT-7567 | Rex/Anakin Skywalker; Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker; CC-5052 | Bly/Aayla Secura; Fic; Art

Request 2: Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch)/Original Character(s); Art; Fic

Details for each request under the break as well as on the Auto AO3 App 🔗.

Classic Ships Request by ibissal

CT-7567 | Rex/Anakin Skywalker; Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker; CC-5052 | Bly/Aayla Secura; Fic; Art

My my bread and butter, the ones that are the safest and most consistently wonderful to me. They have longer sections in my letter, but please don't feel limited to these. All my requests are things I wanna see!

General SFW Likes Emotional and physical hurt/comfort; post-op trans characters; romantic/non-platonic partners who are clearly friends first and foremost; found siblings, found child(ren), found parent(s); queer characters of all kinds, especially alloaro and genderqueer; real or fictional culture-specific gender; thoughtful character exploration; gritty, grounded prose; bright colors and dynamic poses; diverse body types, physical styles, etc; physical affection.

General NSFW Likes Orgasm delay/denial; masturbation; first times, virginity, and inexperience; sexual instruction/guiding; pegging, anal sex, prostate milking/massage;trans men topping, trans women bottoming; coming in pants and/or untouched; semi-/public sex; cuddlefucking; non-penetrative sex (handjobs, frottage, dry humping, clit play, nipple/breast play, mental sex, etc.); sex toys to enhance/lead sex; laughter during sex, playful sex, trying something new because the first try doesn't work out, imperfect sex; hand and finger kink; roleplay; kind and loving incest/underage; sexual self-exploration with or without others around; humping a plushie/pillow/body part; "just the tip"; teasing/edging, and slow/prolonged sex in general.

Fandom Likes Trans and queer Clones; Force-sensitive Clones; disabled and neurodivergent Clones (plural Clones, cluster B, etc. are welcome if done respectfully); clones with any type of vitiligo or other melanin affecting condition(s); Clones having a very casual and open approach to nudity, sexuality, etc. among other Clones; Clones with varying personal levels and types of connection to Mandalorian culture from 0 to 100; "brother" as a gender neutral term within Clone culture when exploring transness among said culture; retconning the Tusken Massacre to be a product of false memories or active manipulation by Palpatine; "No Order 66" and "Order 66 Happened Differently" AUs, including time travel and stopping the war before it ever starts; "Jaster Lives" and "Jango Lives" AUs, including time travel and stopping the war before it ever starts.

General SFW DNWs Stereotypically white, abled, neurotypical, cishet, allo M/F relationships; irl bigotry enacted by a character to someone else, or a group, either onscreen or offscreen; inability to eat when necessary, or any other lack of food for any reason; forced detransition; first person POV, omniscient POV, future tense; possessiveness by focus characters or posed as positive.

General NSFW DNWs Violent noncon; on-screen noncon or dubcon of SA survivors; "realistic" pedophilia, dub/noncon, or incest (i.e. focus on trauma aftermath, etc); mpreg; sexual scat, vore, gore, vomit; sexual piss drinking and other large quantities of piss, human urinals (small amounts of piss are fine); "slut," "whore," "bitch," including with any word attached to the front (i.e. "painslut"); bloodplay; unrealistic positions or positions requiring extreme flexibility; anuses described as puffy or abused; vaginas described as slits; sexual degradation; rimming; felching; trans women on top, trans men on bottom vaginally (anally is fine); scissoring (the sexual position).

Fandom DNWs Explicitly including the idea that all Clones are cis men due to being clones of a cis man, even if no individual trans clones are explicitly featured or mentioned; romantic clonecest (close platonic or queerplatonic bonds are super encouraged, this is mostly to avoid stereotypical boyfriend-girlfriend activities and actions); Order 66 as in canon ("better world" AUs are welcome), Anakin permanently Falling, Tusken massacre (unless due to/actually just direct manipulation and false memories from Palapatine); one-dimensional commentary on the Jedi, positive commentary on the New Mandalorians (eg. "pacifism is the answer" etc.), positive commentary on Death Watch/Nite Owls, negative commentary on the True Mandalorians (eg. "being a warrior culture is harmful" etc.) - for all of these I mean both by the focus characters and in the prose itself; whitewashing (albinism, vitiligo, etc. are more than welcome); Echo having a scomp link instead of an actual prosthetic/cybernetic hand; clones (excluding Wrecker and/or his batchers if you write his mutation as intentional) being taller than Temuera Morrison, clones having superhero phyisiques, clones being naturally hairless or very sparse; intersex/dualsex Obi-Wan; Jango being a terrible parent to the clones without some form of manipulation (Sith or Kaminoan or otherwise) affecting his choices/actions; Jango Lives!AUs without him trying to become a better parent, even if he isn't perfect.

Super Specific Trans Headcanon Request by ibissal

Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch)/Original Character(s); Art; Fic

this is literally just to specifically request sapphic trans woman Hunter lol that's it. I also have other requests with all my cis or "pick ur poison i love both" ships if this one doesn't float your boat.

Dear Creator Letter (URL): http://quillandink.neocities.org/letters/smutwars23

"Convince Me" Request by ibissal

I desperately want to be further convinced into hardcore shipping these ships because of how sexy they already seem to me from prior tag sleuthing, please do your worst!

Dear Creator Letter (URL): http://quillandink.neocities.org/letters/smutwars23

#smutwars2023 #smut wars #*pinch hits #*claimed pinch hits

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