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allclonesneedkisses · 1 year

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I posted 545 times in 2022

That's 545 more posts than 2021!

28 posts created (5%)

517 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@chopper-base

@kaminocasey

@maulusque

@kote-wan

@twistedstitcher27

I tagged 216 of my posts in 2022

#star wars - 91 posts

#the clone wars - 37 posts

#my writing - 27 posts

#acnk writes - 23 posts

#acnk - 23 posts

#captain rex - 19 posts

#the bad batch - 17 posts

#the mandalorian - 16 posts

#my writings - 16 posts

#clone fic - 15 posts

Longest Tag: 84 characters

#*looking directly at tad* i guess shes always just been bad at dodging things huh :)

My Top Posts in 2022:

Summary: Your bad day takes a turn for the better when you wander into the Arcane Public Library.

Pairing: Viktor x f!Reader

Word Count: 642 Rating: PG, (this is like a teaser for the stories to come)

Tags: fluff, slice of life, library au, summer library vibes, language

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Summary: The gang's spending the evening at the saloon, but you and a certain cowboy can't seem to take your eyes off each other

Pairing: Arthur x f!Reader

Word Count: 2.3K Rating: T+

Tags: mutual pining, flirting, drinking, unwanted advances (just words and light touches), smoking, kissing, banter

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“Care for another round Arthur?” You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing at the downright venomous look he shot you across the worn camp table.

“Nah, I know when I’m beat. S’not as much fun when you know you're being cheated.” You gave a feigned gasp of indignation as you laid your well-worn playing cards flat on the table.

“Mr. Morgan, I’m appalled that you’d even suggest that I cheat.” Arthur tried to hide his own smile with a cigarette that he was placing between his teeth but it was a lost cause. He patted his pockets looking for his matches and gave a huff of annoyance when his search came up empty. He readjusted his hat and gestured at you with his unlit cigarette between his fingers.

“Don’t you try and sweet talk me, I know your games and I ain’t playing them.” You arched a brow at that, your smile edging more towards a smirk.

“I assure you, the only game I’m playing is cards, Mr. Morgan.” You dipped your hand into your bodice, pulling out a thin gold lighter from between your breasts.

You flicked it to life and leaned forwards over the worn table to light his cigarette, your eyes locked. You had to admit that out of all the men in camp Arthur’s sheer self-control was the hardest to break. Not once did his blue eyes stray from yours, even though you knew he had a perfect view down your bodice.

“Are you sure I can't tempt you?” You rested your elbows on the table, your chin balancing in your palms as your tongue darted out to wet your lips. It was only then that his resolve slipped. It was just a fraction of a second but it made your pulse quicken when his eyes darted down to your lips. The curl of smoke dripping from between his teeth did nothing to hide the glance from you. But as soon as it happened it was over and Arthur leaned back in his chair, his eyes focusing behind you as if that had been his intention all along.

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“Now what about this one, the one with the lady?” You pressed yourself tight against your mark, making sure your breasts were on full display to both him and his companion across the table as you delicately tapped the card in question.

The saloon was packed with customers just off the train and itching for a drink along with those too drunk to stop buying. The burly man you were clinging to was your third victim of the evening. He was too drunk and too enamored by your display of interest that he’d never noticed when you stole his billfold or lifted his pocket watch. In all honesty, he probably wouldn't even notice if you stole his spurs right off his boots, but that was a risk for another day.

He chortled, his laugh loud but not unpleasant as he settled a large warm hand on your lower back to pull you closer. “Alright sweetheart that there’s the queen…” You tuned out his rambling explanation as his companion stood to grab a couple more beers for the two of them. That was when you saw Arthur watching you from where he leaned against the bar. He had his dark coat flipped back over his hip exposing his low-slung gun belt and cracked leather holsters. He had an empty glass in his hand, one heavy finger hooked over the rim as if he planned to throw it rather than drink from it. He seemed deep in thought, his gaze not altogether focused while still aimed in your direction, but after a moment he seemed to feel your gaze because his eyes locked onto yours. Without missing a beat he raised his empty glass to you as if he were any other man caught staring. The action was slightly spoiled though when Arthur raised his glass to his lips only to find it empty. You smiled and looked away before he could see, not wanting to irk him with your amusement.

As the evening wore on you switched between men, feigning interest in whatever had brought them into town. Most of the gang had either drunk themselves into blissful unawareness or were still working the crowd in one way or another. Arthur was playing poker in the corner with a group of well-dressed horse dealers while you watched him from the corner of your eye. You were done for the night, your pockets and hidden belt pouch were overly full and heavy with your spoils. You had a half-empty glass of cider in your hand, one you’d been nursing for the last half hour while sneaking looks at a certain poker player.

From his corner seat, Arthur could see the entire saloon, could see Sean making a fool of himself with a couple of ladies on his arms, and Hosea smoking a cigar by the window. But his eyes always came back to you, even as he played the horse dealers for all they were worth. He hadn't missed your surreptitious glances, though he was oblivious to the fact that they were directed at him and not his well-dressed companions. The men were starting to get bored of the game, tired of losing more money than they were winning. A couple of them folded and sauntered over to the bar, settling themselves on either side of you as they called for the bartender.

Arthur lost that round and the next one much to the delight of his companions as his frown deepened and his eyebrows pulled together like thunderclouds before a storm. You were no longer glancing over towards his smoky little corner while the two men chatted around you. Their hands were animated as they drank and inched ever closer to inappropriate territory. Arthur forced himself to look away, his renewed focus winning him back all he’d lost within a couple of rounds.

He tapped his winning hand on the table and laid it flat with a general nod towards the other players before gathering up his winnings. “Gentlemen, it’s been a pleasure.” His companions grumbled goodnaturedly, too drunk to really mind their losses. Only once he had everything tucked away did Arthur look back towards you. He stood a little more abruptly than he’d intended, not that the scrape of his chair legs could have been heard over the din of the saloon.

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As soon as the men had settled on either side of you you’d resigned yourself to listening to their boring conversation as you finished your drink. But your patience was wearing thin and both men had boxed you in, one with a foot wedged behind your stool and the other with a hand on your back that was inching downwards. You were used to these kinds of advances, hell you enjoyed them when you were in the mood but you were done for the evening and the men weren't getting the hint. After a glance towards the bartender, he’d offered to close out their tabs to get them to leave but he’d been waved away by the clean-shaven Mr. Werth to your left, who had then let his hand fall to your thigh.

It was late, and you were tired of playing the interested woman. So with a smile you shifted slightly and looked down at the hand on your thigh as if you’d just noticed it was there.

“Mr. Werth, that is a fine signet ring you have there, mind if I have a closer look?” Lightly you tugged at his fingers as if to bring his hand up to the bar but he ignored your ploy and instead leaned closer. You narrowed your eyes at him, your smile faltering just a hair as the stench of his sour breath met your nose.

His fevered eyes wandered, unfocused but lecherous as he tried to give you a crooked smile that fell flat. “Wouldn't you rather feel it?” The older man to your right let out a loud guffaw as if Werth had told a rather witty joke. You tilted your chin up slightly, your eyebrow rising into a perfect arch like a wave poised above the rocks on the shore.

You turned your working smile back on in full force, even as your words bit into him like spurs. “Only without you attached to it.” At that, the hand of the other man left your spine as he brought his beer to his lips with a cackle. Werth seemed stunned at your answer and you used his lack of attention to pull away from him now that you had an opening. Unfortunately, the shifting of your skirts seemed to rouse him and his hand clamped down on your thigh as his expression darkened.

“Let it go Werth, there are plenty more women who’ll listen to your ramblings.”

Werth frowned at his companion. “Shut it, Earl, she’s just playing hard to get.” This time you glared at him, your smile fading as a venomous retort filled your mouth, but you didn't get the chance to spit it at him because Arthur was there, his foot catching on Werth’s stool as he stumbled, yanking the man to the side and forcing him to release you in favor of catching himself on the bar.

“My mistake,” Arthur said, his hands held up to placate any anger. “can't seem to get my feet to go where I want them anymore.” Arthur leaned heavily on the bar, playing the sloppy drunk even as he showily tipped his hat at you with the tiniest of winks.

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Summary: This is the story of how it all began between the baker and you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.1K Rating: T

Tags: fluff, baker Bucky, shy Bucky, shy reader, gender neutral reader, guest starring Steve, comfort, falling in love, love at first sight, angst only because everyone is a little anxious, soft vibes

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This is the story of how it all began between the baker and you.

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The second you stepped into the bakery at five A.M running on three hours of sleep you were a goner. How was anyone supposed to resist a hot man with his sleeves rolled all the way up his muscled forearms elbow deep in a mound of dough? You stood rooted to the spot, just inside the front door long after the last chime of the entry bell had faded, just staring at the most perfect man you’d ever seen. From his short dark hair to his soft parted lips he was an absolute knockout, and that was before you even got to his muscles.

Every time he kneaded the dough his forearms would flex, showing off absolutely mouthwatering muscles and tendons, not to mention the breathtaking tattoo that covered his entire left arm. With how exhausted you were you had no defense against his perfect existence and the added warm light and heavenly smell of baking bread was making the whole experience feel like a scene from a romance novel. You knew you were gawking at him as he worked the dough back and forth on the prep table but you couldn't look away. Your only saving grace was the fact that he hadn't seemed to notice your arrival, his head bowed and his thick eyebrows knit in concentration.

There was a jingle behind you and you almost jumped out of your skin as you were forcibly ripped from your heart eyed trance. Quickly you stepped aside, your blood pounding from embarrassment and surprise as you tried to kickstart your frazzled brain into functioning again. An absolute hunk of a man who was all broad shoulders and blue eyes stepped into the bakery and grinned at you.

“Hi! Sorry we’re not actually open yet but if you give me a moment I’ll be right with you.” Your brain was too confused and overwhelmed to come up with a normal answer so you just gave him a smile and a nod even as he turned away and hurried behind the front counter. You stood awkwardly by the door, your hands gripping your purse strap like it was the only thing keeping you from bolting. The new man jabbed the dark haired beauty in the ribs as he passed, making him jump and scowl at him as he removed a previously hidden earbud. And although their conversation wasn't meant for you, you could clearly hear what was said.

“I swear Bucky, one day you’re going to leave the front door unlocked and someone’s going to rob us blind.”

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From then on every time you came in your eyes were drawn to Bucky. He always had his head bowed as his perfect hands mixed and poured and cut whatever he was making that day. His flour dusted apron was the only messy part of him as he poured over his delicious creations.

He never said anything to you, although sometimes he’d catch you watching him and he’d give you a shy smile which you always returned before the both of you looked away. You didn't mind his lack of interaction, you weren't sure you’d be able to actually say anything to him with how tongue tied he made you. Time after time you came back, always ordering whatever was freshest knowing that no matter what it was it would be perfect because he made it. And every time you met each other's eyes your heart swelled and you promised yourself that one day you’d talk to him.

This ritual of stolen glances and blushing smiles continued until one faithful day Steve was absent from the front counter. You’d stepped inside, inhaling the aroma of whatever sweet treat was currently baking before you glanced up. Instead of being in his usual place at the prep table Bucky stood behind the cash register, his flour dusted apron a little more smeared than usual and his cheeks a little redder. Maybe it was the lack of Steve or any other customers, or maybe it was the general air of hopefulness between the two of you but for the first time since you started coming there you met his eyes and held them as you stepped forwards.

“Hi.” Your voice was small as you greeted him, a little more breathy than you’d like.

But his was equally as quiet, betraying just how nervous he was to talk to you too. “Hi. What can I get for you?”

Luckily your order was always the same so even though your heart was beating at stroke level you were able to get it out without stumbling over your words.

“One of whatever’s freshest please.”

Bucky's smile widened as he turned and scooped a still hot cinnamon roll off the cooling rack and deposited it in a perfect white paper bag which he placed on the counter. When your eyes met again you couldn't help but flush even warmer and you let your gaze fall as a pretense for digging for your wallet.

There was a crinkle in front of you as Bucky pushed the paper bag closer. “Uh, It's free today.”

You paused and looked up in surprise only to find him fiddling with the corner of your bag. “What?”

He seemed to take a deep breath as if steeling himself before he met your eyes once more. “It’s your thirteenth order. Like a bakers dozen, so the thirteenth is free. Not that I’ve been counting how many things you buy, well I have but not in a weird way. Wait no, that came out wrong. What I mean is you’re a customer and you come a lot and-” As he’d rambled you’d just stared at him open-mouthed as he got redder and redder before he forced himself to stop by biting his tongue, his eyes falling to the counter in embarrassment.

All your shyness and quiet longing was replaced by a spark of confidence that made you feel like a live wire. You gripped the edge of the counter as inspiration struck you and before you could chicken out you went for it.

“What if I wanted to change my order?” You couldn’t keep the hopeful grin off your face even as you licked your lips nervously.

Bucky's eyes were downcast, his cheeks still flaming with embarrassment from his earlier outburst. “Sure, no problem.”

You let out a little huff of air and let yourself hope as you watched his face. “Can I get your number instead?”

His hands were wrapped around the bag to pull it away but he released it in surprise as he looked up. His eyes found yours and he must have seen the nervous hope there because his face broke out in an excited smile and he nodded, all of his shyness replaced by joy.

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130 notes - Posted August 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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thetookasnest · 2 years

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tagged by @missanthropicprinciple

(rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to get to know better)

name: Sandy

star sign: Taurus

height: 5′1″

time: 11:02pm

birthday: May 18th

favorite bands/artists: Rammstein

last movie: It’s been just long enough since i watched a movie, I forgot?

last show: The Great British Baking Show

when did i create this blog: 2018 or 2019?

what i post: Alot of Star Wars, cats, cottagecore, Stargate SG-1, WoW, Xena: Warrior Princess, cemeteries, abandon and decay

last thing i googled: cm to inches. Wanted to see how big this DnD miniature would be in inches

other blogs: I have my old main which I can’t get into at the moment and a ship specific Tumblr

do i get asks?: Sometimes. Definitely would like more

following: like 337

average hours of sleep: between six and nine hours

instruments: Nothing at the moment, but want to take up the ukelele

what i’m wearing: my “not going to sparkle” unicorn nightshirt and my flannel pajama bottoms

dream job: I honestly don’t know anymore. I’ve had so many dream jobs through my life and I just can’t choose

dream trip: touring Asia. I’d really like to have Japanese food at the source

nationality: American

favorite songs: It’s My Life (Bon Jovi)

last book i’ve read: Currently reading “Women in White” by Olivia Campbell about the first women doctors in the modern era

top 3 fictional universes i’d like to live in: World of Warcraft, Star Wars and Narnia or Harry Potter (those two are a tie)

I tag: @cyrusdoodles @kaijusplotch @maulusque @justalittletomato @letitrainathousandflames @thebisexualmandalorian @wolfswing @xplore-the-unknwn @cacodaemonia @alamogirl80 @leeleebee @imrowanartist @tech-deck

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lost-consular · 1 year

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I found this old drawing a young person drew of Indy on Bespin.

....I miss him.

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[Picrew by https://href.li/?https://picrew.me/image_maker/326758

@maulusque ]

#clone trooper oc #clone trooper indigo #order 66 #riv speaks #grief #jedi oc

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jesuis-snips · 1 year

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2022 yılında 1.526 gönderi yollamışım

10 gönderiyi kendim oluşturmuşum (%1)

1.516 gönderiyi RB'lemişim (%99)

En çok RB'lediğim bloglar:

@nibeul

@maulusque

@hannah-schooler

@ahhrenata

2022 yılında 1.523 gönderimi etiketlemişim

#fanart - 764 gönderi

#star wars - 468 gönderi

#attack on titan - 309 gönderi

#jujutsu kaisen - 292 gönderi

#obi wan kenobi - 201 gönderi

#text post - 187 gönderi

#levi ackerman - 181 gönderi

#gojo satoru - 179 gönderi

#the clone wars - 164 gönderi

#anakin skywalker - 163 gönderi

En Uzun Etiket: 135 karakter

#like if i am currently obsessed with something i won't start reading or watching something else that i know i will become obsessed with

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HE IS FINALLY HOME!!!! I CAN'T BREATHE!!!! GOD!!!!!

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So about Dottore and his costume design... I haven't seen anyone pointed this out so I wanted to do it.

As you know, this is how Dottore looks like:

His costume clearly has a bird, more like a crow figure on his shoulder. His mask is also like a beak. And he is a doctor. So connecting the dots, he kind of represents plague doctors. Even though they are doctors, plague doctors represented disease and death throughout history, the last thing the patient will see before death. Knowing Dottore and his reputation, I couldn't help but notice a similarity.

I don't know how to conclude this post. Brain juice isn't strong today. Just wanted to share this thought because it piqued my interest.

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um excuse me? parents, the bad batch you say?

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finally we're getting him back 😭

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omg tbb and cody is back but... has anyone busted up laughing when this scene came out bc i sure did

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corriegardenia · 1 year

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I posted 3,984 times in 2022

That's 3,984 more posts than 2021!

7 posts created (0%)

3,977 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@obi-wobi-kenobi

@phoenixyfriend

@maulusque

@howdidthisevenhappenanyway

@padawansuggest

I tagged 206 of my posts in 2022

#commander fox - 30 posts

#star wars - 23 posts

#the clone wars - 16 posts

#cc 1010 - 10 posts

#coruscant guard - 10 posts

#op does content - 8 posts

#oc ??? - 8 posts

#clone commander fox - 7 posts

#kenobi spoilers - 7 posts

#concussion posting - 7 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#(medic assigned to krell. got transferred to the guard but v v quiet about her everything. shes v... captain holt w/ malicious compliance)

My Top Posts in 2022:

Hey. Reply to this post with your clone OC if I have permission to use them as once off characters in an O66 fic, and also to feed me your OCs, because I genuinely love talking OCs

7 notes - Posted December 5, 2022

Amatakka - How to Write in the Tattooine Slave Language

For anyone not running in these particular fanon circles, Amatakka is the fake language of the star wars slave people, Amavikka, like Anakins family at birth. It was originally made by @fialleril, adapted by a whole lot of fan authors like @blue-sunshine-mauve-morning, and grew a life of its own from there.

It has a community dictionary with several hundred words, (https://at.tumblr.com/booklindworm/amatakka-dictionary/0dvnmuhlusq3) and a very basic phoneme dictionary (https://conworkshop.com/view_language.php?l=AMAT ), but absolutely no script, other than the vague idea that it'd be written in the Tusken script... which also does not exist. This is my attempt.

(The conlang fundamentally can't be separated from the slave experience, if anyone is disquieted and wants to step off. The way canonical star wars treats slavery is... weird at best; this is supposed to be a language of empowerment. I'll link some folktales at the end!)

In spite of being a communal conlang for an oral language, and my linguistics training being... sporadic, and mostly based on what helped me pick up my current four languages, and two pick-and-drop-and-pick-again languages.

I'd start with something like the inuktitut script (https://youtu.be/xW4hI_METac ). Amatakka is very polysynethic, and the idea of basing my script cataloguing an extant language off of another script cataloguing an extent language tickles me. But a lot of sounds have a specific cultural meaning that is used almost every single time that sound is used in the entire conlang. (Which is desperately impressive, considering it was primarily created by one author, extended by another, and then absorbed into damn near every fan work concerning Tattooine, but I digress.)

For that, i'd use something like Japanese's mixture of three writing systems: kanji, complex and symbolic pictograms; katakana, phonetic representations of loan words; hiragana, phonetic representations of original Japanese words.

In my Amatakka script, I'd put certain heavily symbolic sounds, like ur (wrong) ama (mother, heavily connected with their main goddess) and ani (rain/freedom) into 'kanji', which allows them to be represented as a concept even if the pronunciation changes a little (ani as raindrop and an- as rain, anumakkar as rainstorm, all symbolic of freedom)

Then, I'd put the remaining sounds in an inuktitut based system of syllables, based on the conlang dictionary of phonemes and an analysis of the Google sheet collection of amatakka words.

A system like this seems to fit the language we have well, which would make sense as - both in Canon and in fandom - the words came first, then the writing down of them. Multiple 'kanji' with one component being the same could represent different words, like how levrukka and er-amma are both names for ar-amu, and 雨、雪、電 (rain, snow, electricity) all contain the same radical. (There are probably better examples from folk more fluent in Japanese than me).

Example of this in practise, Depurekta, a slave who enslaves others. This is made of dep, chain, plus ur being something like twisted / wrong-but-less-morally-judgemental, which together is the word for slave owner, plus ekta, healer, one who heals the chains that bind.

Lets look at just that ur in the middle. It appears in japur, a scraggly and twisted native tree where ja- is being native to tattoine; also in kotovur, skin hunger, where ko- is mere skin contact; kusur, sarlacc, where kus- is nourishment; murek, a purple that also symbolises wealth and otherness, where me- is you, yourself; nuro, judge, where no- is son <twisted son who cooperates with slavers judgements>; tovur, starvation, where though we don't have a translation for to- specifically we have torazu and toris, both forms of edible seed; urs-gillig, a tusken relic cave, where I imagine gillig is a regular cave.

This said, when placed inside larger words, ur loses its symbolic meaning, eg shursu, root or foundation, where shulku is suitability; suru, puddle, where sudu is spinning/whirling air movement; kurra, strengthening food where ku- itself is nourishment; kurio, with the same root, appears more in line with ur as a symbolic sound.

(The third person pronoun tur has interesting connotations in this model, but I digress.)

So! Depurekta would probably be fully kanji, with ur being one radical in the kanji for depur, since that's such a key word for the amavikka people.

Kotovur, skin hunger, would have that ur kanji after an inuktitut style descriptive of its first two syllables, with ko- possibly getting its own kanji, as it is also used in words relating to skin contact with less desperate connotations.

Murek, purple associated with otherness, would probably be entirely inuktitut with the kanji in the middle.

Perhaps the system would, in the interest of becoming compact, turn into a hybrid model, with the symbolic pictogram in the middle and small lines off of it representing the inuktitut syllables, so that the whole word could be compressed small and hidden. Amatakka is an oral language, so any amount of writing they do have is likely to be hidden and special, like japor snippets or carvings worn close to the heart.

I am NOT planning on fleshing out the entire writing system, because that would take either hours of manual labour or an understanding of how to make a database spit out the symbolic sounds in words, both of which are not possible for me right now. I MAY write some of my favourite words, after my exams. I only have experience with the celtic and romance language families, barring a spattering of Greek, my Japanese, and English as my native tongue. I'd love to see someone else try and puzzle out how to write in amatakka; this is my attempt.

And, for those who are curious, the folk tales promised - I absolutely recommend a deep dive!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4678835

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3510809

https://archiveofourown.org/works/206521

(This one is a good sample of amavikka culture, but is part of a larger fic. Its a good larger fic!) > https://archiveofourown.org/works/18538078?view_full_work=true https://archiveofourown.org/works/19087303/chapters/45669586

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Ponds, Fox, and the no good very bad epistolary

Tw: corrie guard abuse, references to suicide, references to upsetting canonical events

Dear Fox,

Stop ignoring my comms. Do you know how hard it was to get physical letters from this far out in deep space? The courier laughed!

Your (irritated) brother,

Dear Ponds,

Ponds.

...

You misspelled irritating.

Regards,

CC-1010 "Fox",

Marshall Commander,

Dear Foxiest fucker this side of wild space,

Coruscant Guard Division.

...

You're alive! That's good. I wasn't sure, you see, because you've been ignoring my kriffing comms since we shipped out. I worry about you, yknow? Tell me about coruscant, and maybe I'll tell you about my jedi ;)

With love,

Dear Ponds,

Ponds.

...

Coruscant is big.

Regards,

CC-1010 "Fox",

Marshall Commander,

Dearly detested batchmate o mine,

Coruscant Guard Division.

...

That's fair. I forgot to specify. What's the best part of the Coruscant posting? What's the worst? Cmon, vod. I miss you.

Beginning to get worried,

Dear Ponds,

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What if, concept, Fives didn't go to a bar and then to his doom? For day one of whumptober, imagine: he just straight up captures commander fox, ties him to a chair in his own office, and monologues at him.

31 notes - Posted October 1, 2022

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what your favourite clone (commander) says about you

Rex: you are an older sibling.

Cody: you are a bottom, (affectionate). Major competency kink.

Bly: you are also a bottom, (derogatory).

Fox: you have mental health issues and probably a caffeine addiction

Wolffe: you have daddy issues and probably a hug addiction

Monnk/Ponds/Bacara: you are an introvert who finds the idea of actually having content for your faves overwhelming

125 notes - Posted June 11, 2022

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mcklunkers · 3 years

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We’ve reached a full 7 days of shitposty Star Wars headcanons! Enjoy today’s clusterfuck!

-Ezra Bridger likes to feel tall and will perch in random places. The roof, top bunks, cupboards, the fridge on the ghost, literally anywhere higher than ground level. It only got worse when he got a better grasp on the force and could get to even higher places. But after a while when he realizes he can trust the Ghost crew fully he stops doing it as often, but every now when he’s up high they tend to go sit with him and chat. Zeb gave him his first space beer on one of these nights.

-Thrawn has a lot of clothes. Just random crap he’s been gifted or worn undercover and not returned. We’re talking armor, capes, suits, shades, jeans, jerseys - anything and everything you can think of, he probably has. So many options. But he has no taste and will wear an Armani shirt with tesco cargo shorts together without any hesitation. Because of this Eli dresses him for most major events. Everyone thinks Thrawn is the pinnacle of fashion, but it’s actually all his backwater boyfriend’s doing.

-Every clone battalion has a “most attractive clone of the year”. The winners compete for sexiest clone in the GAR in a public poll on Coruscant. This leads to many fights between pretty clones trying to give each other black eyes on photo day in an attempt to win. As reigning champion, Kix is attempting to sabotage the new clone, Bombshell (shoutout to @maulusque and @simping-for-fives cos that boy is a beaut) in an attempt to maintain his title. It did not work, Bombshell was the cover of the GAR calendar every year from that point onwards.

-Jesse and Fives bake cookies and pies when they’re is stressed. In a crazy coincidence, Kix and Echo tend to eat cookies and pies when they’re stressed.

-We’ve seen Loth-Cats, Loth-Wolves and Loth-Rats but we have never met the true nemesis of Zeb and Chopper: Loth-Raccoons. It’s a full on turf war when they stay on Lothal cos these furry fuckers will try to rob the Ghost in the night. It does not help that Ezra keeps feeding them and inviting them inside, but only Hera can prove that and honestly she enjoys the show too much to do that.

-Asajj Ventress owns an apartment on one of Coruscants lower levels, and will rent it out to force sensitives with nowhere else to go at a third of the price. There’s just a constant stream of former Jedi/Sith wandering through the streets to chill for a few nights before going on the run again.

-Aayla and Anakin were actually pretty close because when Quin had to go on prolonged solo missions, Obi-Wan would take over Aaylas studies. Ani and Aayla managed to cause more trouble than their masters ever could dream of, but never got in trouble because no one had the guts to accuse Aayla of wrong doing, even when she was caught trying to smuggle an Oggdo into Yodas quarters cos “he asked for dinner and they’re basically frogs, right?”. This lead to Ahsoka loving Aayla, and Ani and Aayla talking about their “hypothetical” marriages at great length.

-I heard Kallus’ hair is insured by the rebellion for 10,000 republic credits.

-Thrawn’s hair does the same as Kallus’ (the coming down over the eyes thing) if he’s hit hard enough. Eli is spent years trying to figure out if this is true or not. Thrass confirmed it by clocking Thrawn in the nose and Eli has never been the same since.

-Yoda’s people don’t believe in child support and that’s why he didn’t pay Yaddle a penny to look after Grogu. Well, at least that’s what he told everyone; he actually was just in the process of building a frog farm and didn’t want to divert funds from that.

-Dancing is important to Dathomir’s culture. Maul was a great dancer, and the real reason he’s so mad that obi-wan cut his legs off isn’t the attempted murder, it’s because he can’t move as well as he used to and that hurts, especially when it was one of the few ways he had to connect with his heritage.

And there it is! One week of shitposts. Hope y’all enjoyed it, if you’ve got any thought, criticisms etc, feel free to let me know! Have a goodun lads!

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