Rated T | Find it Here on AO3.
A story that explores the relationship between Obi-Wan and Satine; the choices they made, how those affected their lives, and the reassurance they give themselves that they did the right thing.
No Trophies, Only Prisoners
for @swbigbang 2023
Dust floats through the air in what light comes through the bedroom door, but it doesn’t take away from the shimmering shard in his fingers. Flipping the piece over, he marvels at the way it glitters and sparkles which in turn highlights the blackened edges.
Blaster burns, he recognizes as he fiddles with the pieces. Jango’s lips purse as he shifts the jagged edges and debates all the possibilities this could be. While he has no firm answer ‘cos it doesn’t resemble a stone or transparisteel he’s seen before, there is something about this that reminds him of a half-remembered dream. Turning the shards slightly, he continues repositioning them ever so subtly watching the light catch and colors of all sorts dance. If he doesn’t view the pieces as a flattened surface, but rather as a whole object—
Jango tries again at parenting; Rex says that baby isn't his but Jango knows better
Summary: Legend says you choose to die because when the angel of death greets you, you fall in love and surrender your soul. Rex has never been the angel of death, though the damsel he rescues might be.
Pairing: Captain Rex x OC
Done for the Cowboy Challenge presented by @never--doubt. Not sure why I decided to add more to my plate, but here we are lol. I had too much fun with this.
Tropes: Damsel in Distress; Horse (Krayt); Horse is their best friend; (more to come)
Warnings: Fluff, Whump, Humor, bit of spice, slow burn
Word Count: 1,136 | AO3 Link
“Again.”
Puffs of white pass jaggedly through cracked, broken lips. The wind coming down from the north cuts across exposed skin like razors as boots connect with ribs. The sickening thuds are certain to add to the red-stained snow scattered all around and it’ll be minutes before she’s one more body added to the count.
Sketch collection of Tem faces. Some better than others lol. All fun warm-ups.
@homie-one-kenobi mentioned Cody for Mermay and then a wild Cod'ika appeared!
@homie-one-kenobi mentioned Cody for Mermay and then a wild Cod'ika appeared!
I needed another name for diaper and duffle came up which led to duffle bag which led to bag which led to paper or plastic and it ended up here
Baby clones in bags!
Summary: Tending to the greenhouses of Kamino would be dull if a certain trooper didn't enjoy it as well.
Prompts: I dreamed about you last night | I’ve always loved you
A @cloneficgiftexchange for @of-stardust-and-dreams WordCount: 3,668 | AO3 Link I enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoy it too. It would have been posted sooner, but I was fussing over the banner.
There is a quiet safety in the greenhouses of Kamino. One which brings ease and peace of mind despite the rumors you’ve heard happening in the facility itself. The fresh scent of flowers, the rich feel of soil beneath your fingers, and the taste of perfectly ripe fruit are all added perks—and all the Kaminoans truly allow you access to.
Summary: Tending to the greenhouses of Kamino would be dull if a certain trooper didn't enjoy it as well.
Prompts: I dreamed about you last night | I’ve always loved you
A @cloneficgiftexchange for @of-stardust-and-dreams WordCount: 3,668 | AO3 Link I enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoy it too. It would have been posted sooner, but I was fussing over the banner.
There is a quiet safety in the greenhouses of Kamino. One which brings ease and peace of mind despite the rumors you’ve heard happening in the facility itself. The fresh scent of flowers, the rich feel of soil beneath your fingers, and the taste of perfectly ripe fruit are all added perks—and all the Kaminoans truly allow you access to.
Why the foundling isn’t frightened of him, Echo will never understand. His replaced limbs are hard as iron, and his gears grind giving him a grotesque appearance. He’s barely half-man these days. Simply a mess of tangled wiring and failed experiments.
an individual (especially an Echo) composed of cells of two genetically different types.
The fall breeze slips through the open window, rustles the curtain, and nips at his cheeks and nose. It wouldn’t be difficult for Echo to reach over and shut it from where he lays shivering in the hammock, but his hands are tucked tightly into his armpits seeking the little warmth found there.
On one hand, the chill reminds him he’s alive and breathing. His light hasn’t quite burned out despite how the galaxy has desperately tried to extinguish it. On the mechanical other, he might as well be frozen in containment on Skako Minor again.
From Adeste Fideles
Loyalty means everything to the clones. But when a routine shopping trip brings a ghost of the past back into his life, Rex finds not only his brothers and foundling jeopardized but his sanity as well.
Also, a work in progress from this as well.
Inktober: Bat
A clonetober: Were-animal.
Curious about other prompts I'll get into during October? Stalk me here
Holstering his blaster, Cody’s uncertain if he’s actually seeing what he thinks he’s seeing. Perhaps he hit his head on the steps. Or it was too hot on the beach. Or maybe this is all a dream because this cannot be.
Stopping a few steps from the ghost, he doesn’t understand. It may make sense that Asha can see these types of things, but Cody’s not—
“It’s okay. You don’t have to be afraid.”
“G-Gen… General?”
“Hmm. I believe after all this time, we’ve earned a first name basis,” he says with a smile. “Haven’t we, Cody?”
Cody’s brow furrows as he studies the scaly skin and six legs. “Is..that a krayt?”
“Appears so.”
“But it's only got six legs.” Cody holsters his blaster. “And they’re vicious and monstrous.”
Cody’s brow furrows as he studies the scaly skin and six legs. “Is..that a krayt?”
“Appears so.”
“But it's only got six legs.” Cody holsters his blaster. “And they’re vicious and monstrous.”
