#anyway gonna be thinking about some duos now i need to cope /silly

[mellohiizz]

I keep seeing people talk about cool duos on ur page… so hear me out on spoke and wifies as a duo. I just think it would be a funny dynamic, because Spoke always has huge goals, or has some crazy overarching plot going on, and wifies just wants to settle down and do somthing simple.

(Also I can’t get the thought out of my head that uu parrot is so similar to spoke, and uu wifies is so similar to how parrot acted during lifesteal)

you're so right actually. i'd love to see wifies and spoke interact again. they seem like they'd be so fun to watch interact. we've only seen them interact during the whole chunkban thing, but i'd love to seem them interact in less messy circumstances.

[katierosefun]

creator tag

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works! 

thank you @kckenobi​ and @pandora15 for the tag!! <3 so here are the works, in no particular order and also oh gee i am so sorry this got so painfully long you can tell i’m procrastinating on my final + also i just tend to run my mouth when im talking about writing asdffd

to these memories (After Darth Sidious is defeated, everything changes. Some for the better, others not so much. Mostly better though. (Or: Anakin becomes a dad. Rex rehabilitates clone troopers who no longer want to be a part of the army. Ahsoka gets a call from an old friend. And maybe Obi-Wan finds out it’s not just his enemies who don’t stay dead. Basically, everyone gets the happy ending they deserve.)

so this was my first major longform tcw fic, and i just. i have a lot of feelings about this fic, mostly nostalgia and lots of gratefulness. first of all, i think i met a lot of super cool people through this fic, and i also? just? idk, this was a major project that i kind of worked on to cope with post-tcw sadness + also just. general sadness about the world’s situation. writing this story was actually super healing for me, mostly because i just. really wanted to have something where happy endings existed. 

so this really...was an experience, and i’m so super grateful for everyone who read along. to this day, whenever i get a comment about this fic, i feel super happy because it makes me feel glad to know that there were some people who took comfort in this work, because i really wanted this fic to have that kind of effect on people. :’) 

there they are (Right before Ahsoka leaves for Mandalore, Rex distracts Bo-Katan so she could give her family a proper goodbye. (There's hugging. We just needed our trio to hug.)

i think this was one of my first tcw fics of 2020, and. i just remember impulse writing this after watching old friends not forgotten because i was just. so sad that we didn’t get an anakin and ahsoka hug or a trio hug or anything. i understand why they didn’t--like, i really, really do, but. but i think if there’s a theme i’m going through this year, it’s ‘this was sad, so i’m gonna make it happy!!!’, so...as my masterlist puts it, ‘dave filoni said no trio hug, so i said fine, i’ll do it’. 

uhhhhh, how very unusual of me, but!!! probably my working on a new original story. i’ve got the fourth draft of another story siting in the background, but. this other story idea came at me, and five outlines later, i started this story. i’m about three chapters down now, but. a snippet of the prologue: 

“Well…it’s also a rather important story,” Rosalind said. “Do you enjoy stories?”

“I want to be a writer,” I blurted, and I stopped at that. I fiddled with my mug, heat that had nothing to do with the hot chocolate or the fire rushing to my face. Silly, oversharing me—oh, what a young, lonely child I was back then. So desperate for conversation that I had grown out of practice and resorted to sharing details that the average stranger would not care for.

But then again, these were not the average strangers—although I’m sure you’ve figured that for yourself.

“Yes,” I said meekly. “I enjoy stories.”

“Well,” Dae said after some time, “it’s good that you’re a writer.”

I lifted my head, and this time, I saw Dae and Rosalind smile at each other. A softer smile, one that made me feel suddenly dreadfully, dreadfully lonely.

“You might want to write this down,” Rosalind said at last. 

And so I did. 

*and cue the actual story* i won’t say too much because adsfsdfsfd talking about my original work makes me feel awkward + also i am constantly in fear of people stealing ideas even though,,,even though i know the only person who can write this story is me, anyways, but uh. i will say that i have a plan for a five-part series that’s basically about a witch and a princess. there’s a prophecy in the background. there’s magic. there’s rivals to friends to enemies to lovers. there’s father figures + big sister figures + found family + ancient kingdoms + the real world blending with the fantasy world + uh i’ve said enough okeee bye that’s it

the moment was enough (The war ends. Ahsoka and Obi-Wan try to work things out since the last time they actually saw each other.) 

it had been a long while since i had written anything that was really just about ahsoka and obi-wan, but. i think everyone knows that i really love my grandpadawan and grandmaster duo? idk, this fic really made me feel things because i was thinking a lot about how obi-wan and ahsoka had left things. i wanted to make it pretty clear that they both clearly care about each other a lot, but like. also. there’s still some hurt there. i just had so much fun writing this, because obi-wan and ahsoka are such an underrated duo and i love them :’) 

loose stitches (The discovery and aftermath of Maul. Anakin and Ahsoka find themselves pacing in front of the Council chambers multiple times. They might have taken Obi-Wan to Dex’s. Something might have unraveled, only to be stitched back together.) 

kasey before you say anything pls know that i would talk about this fic until literally the day i die i am sorry if i am making you feel self-conscious--but anyways this was a collab with the ever-talented, ever-wonderful @kckenobi. so uh, quick story which mayhaps i might not have told anyone before, but whatever, i’m listening to evermore and therefore have no choice but to be emotional huh--this fic was like...one of the first collabs i’ve ever done? in general, collaborations were always something that made me nervous because it required lots of vulnerability and honesty, and there’s a side of me that’s very obsessed with having this image of Neat Writer Who Has Coherent Thoughts (which,,,doesn’t even exist so why was i obsessed? no idea). so that said, this collab was just. so wild + wonderful because it really was, first of all, such a cool, magical experience. there’s something so amazing and insane about passing words back and forth and like, even a screen apart, there’s something magical about like. sitting down at a laptop at the end of the day and feeling like you’re about to step into a portal where it’s just two people trying to spin a story. writing with kasey was just such a wonderful, absolutely magical experience, and i’m really glad that we got to write this story + the many more that we did. just. there’s something really personal and beautiful about writing until 1, 2, 3 am when the world’s asleep. anyways. magical. 

asdfsdfd i’m very sorry that this got so incredibly long, but!! that said, 2020 was a hard year for lots of different reasons both personally + because of *gestures at the world* but. like. i’m really, really glad that i got back to writing clone wars fic this year, because i’ve met so many wonderful, wonderful, wonderful people here, and. yeah. y’all are my serotonin suppliers, and i do refer to a lot of people here as ‘oh yeah, my friend and i were talking the other day about...’ and ‘why are you smiling?’ ‘oh, just something a friend said--’ and. yeah. i hope y’all have a wonderful, wonderful rest of the year + also a wonderful life because y’all are simply the best :’)) 

no-pressure tags: @lightasthesun @meandmyechoes @soplantyourownflowers @ilonga @sonderwalker @mytardisisparked @60sec400 and really, honestly, anyone else who wants to!!! <333 (like. i mean it. literally. just tag me and lemme scream encouragements at you.)

[datawyrms]

Part 1 is here for context. Unless you want to be as out of the loop as Val is!

Following Tucker and Sam was much harder than breaking into an unguarded house. Talking with them at school was pointless. She couldn’t go talking about ghosts without blowing her cover. She couldn’t go following them in full ghost hunting gear either, she didn’t usually care to be subtle in it. They had to know something about how Phantom suddenly was all ‘buddy buddy’ with ghost hunters that hated him as much as she did. They helped the ghost, and she was pretty sure Danny knew about it too, but was smart enough to stay away. That worthless bit of protoplasm and her friend’s disappearance had to be connected in some way.

Really, it would be better if they weren’t connected, but the ghost had probably kidnapped him in exchange for help, or something equally nefarious. So she had to put up with lurking creepily at the Nasty Burger, trying to overhear the duo’s chattering.

“I’m just saying, next time there’s a fight I’m ‘accidentally’ missing.” Sam marked her threat with a jab of a carrot stick, which only made Tucker look more alarmed.

“How about we don’t do that. He’d throw a fit if he found out.”

“Who’s gonna tell him? You?” she rolled her eyes, but relaxed more into her seat. “We don’t even know how much time that cost him, that’s worth a little payback.”

“Well yeah,” Tucker hesitated, looking away from his meal. “I’m mad too. But it wouldn’t help anything. If it would I’d shoot first.”

“I hate it when you’re right.”

Nothing useful. She’d never get why they seemed so obsessed with Doomed. Their best friend was missing! Well, they could just be keeping their minds off it. She still had to suppress a groan of frustration. This would be so much easier if Sam and Tucker hadn’t turned out to practically be ninjas when it came to slipping away unnoticed. She had no idea when they’d gotten so good at that, it was one thing to be easy to overlook, but they took it to an entirely more annoying level.

Ignoring a ghost to idle nearby was practically torture. Battlesuit on and ready to go, but she was intentionally staying on the ground and waiting. Because she knew Sam and Tucker had been showing up, or at least nearby when the proximity alarm warned her of one of the dead pests. She’d step in after they showed up, and try confronting them.

She had not expected Tucker to practically charge at two headed green fox-looking thing, firing surprisingly accurate shots for a moving target. The fact that Sam caught it moments later with a thermos only made her realize then that the techo-geek had been leading the ghost to her, not actually charging blindly.

Tucker tucked away the small ecto gun, replacing it with his PDA in seconds. “Yeah dude. We got em. We told you it’d be fine.”

“Remind him we could knock him senseless right now and he should be RESTING.” Sam grumped, shoving the now closed thermos in her backpack.

“He says he’ll rest when he’s dead.” Tucker suppressed a snort at the glare Sam shot the PDA.

“That’s it, I’m going to go kill him now then.”

“You know how he copes- shut up Danny I’m trying to keep you alive here-”

“And you know he doesn’t know how to shut up.”

“Point.”

He was talking to Danny? So he’d been found? Not in good condition judging by the resting comment, but it didn’t fit in quite right. Sam was the strongest of the trio by a considerable margin, she could probably ‘knock him senseless’ any day of the week. Maybe he’d started working out? Not that it helped, he was still doing his best stick figure impression. She’d meant to show herself before now, act as if she’d been tracking the ghost. If Danny was back though...did she need to bother? Of course she did. Back up a bit, get on the board...and they’d have no idea she overhead them.

“Are you two alright?”

Sam scowled up at the ghost hunter above “No thanks to you.”

Of course Sam was hostile, that was just Sam when she decided you were against her. The fact Tucker wasn’t looking all that grateful was more of a surprise. He usually only got angry if she was actively fighting Phantom, since the two just decided that ghost was ‘good’.

“We’re fine. Thanks.” his voice was terse, but not dripping scorn.

“Where’s your ‘friend’?”

Sam looks at Tucker and gasps. “Where did you come from!”

“Your ghost ‘friend’.” Urgh. Even entertaining the idea a ghost could be a friend tasted foul on her tongue. 

“You’d probably know more than us. We don’t have a tracker.” Tucker shrugged, pocketing his PDA even though it seemed to be beeping.

“Not that we’d tell you anyway. Tell the ghost hunter where your friend, who is a ghost is! Sounds like a great idea!”

Maybe expecting help from these two had been a bit optimistic. Moreso if the main reason she’d expected they might turn on the ghost was gone. “You can’t seriously trust the ghost after they bailed on you for this long.”

“You’re the one telling ghosts they don’t belong over here. Make up your mind, hothead.” The goth was already rolling her eyes, throwing an arm around Tucker’s shoulders as if to drag him away.

“They don’t. But for someone who wants to be a hero so much, he’s leaving you two to do a lot. Can’t you see it’s an act?”

“It’s not his fault!” Tucker’s shout was strong, and unexpected.

“Tucker.” Sam hissed.

“I know, I know!” he adjusted his glasses hastily, leaning closer to his friend as he muttered something Val couldn’t catch. They were doing their best to disengage by turning tail and walking away, but she wasn’t in the mood to take the hint.

“So you do know something.”

“Nothing we’re sharing. Bye!” Sam didn’t even look back. 

“I know it’s somehow tricked the Fentons, did you two have something to do with that?” Surely their sympathy to an unfeeling ghost didn’t run that deep, but if she could at least bait them into answering…

“Don’t you have a ghost to threaten or something?”

Tucker remained silent, shoulders tense, back to fiddling with his PDA.

“I can make time for that menace.”

The boy stopped walking, sharing a glance with Sam. Whatever passed between the two she was clearly against, judging by the shaking head, but he apparently wouldn’t be moved.

“Hey. It’s for you.” He lifted the PDA, gesturing for the ghost hunter to get down. Yet when she came down to reach for whatever he wanted her to see, he gave a stern look before letting go. “If you don’t want to talk, don’t say anything. Got it?”

The PDA had a call running, she could tell that much. Still, raising the blocky thing to her helmet did feel somewhat silly.

“You want to talk now, huh?” The chill causing echo was only worse over the little speaker, and it took an effort to not try and crush the little device in her hand. “He thinks I’m nuts, but hey. Who isn’t in this town.” Phantom sounded off. The bravado was there, but it sounded more forced than usual,

“Are you actually going to answer?” She could always waste him after talking.

“Better question is if you’ll listen. Anyway, stop stalking my friends. If you want to talk, just come to the Fentons. And knock this time? I shouldn’t have to say no weapons, but this is you. So no weapons.”

“And how should I know you won’t try anything?”

“Well since you’ll knock, you can just ask one of the Fentons to come with you. Not that you’ll have to, they’ll probably want to come anyway…” he trailed off. “Oh. Invite expires in a week.”

“Now you’re setting a time limit?” This was just sounding sketcher by the second.

“Yuuup. Show up or don’t. Just keep your beef with me away from my friends.”

She handed the PDA back to Tucker, who still didn’t look enthused with the situation. “Are you sure about this?... Don’t say stuff like that.” he frowned, shoving the PDA at Sam “Yell at him for me.”

“Can do.”

The whole exchange was weird. It was something she’d need to think on, the ghost just admitting it was up to something and would explain, and how Sam and Tucker were acting as if something was wrong, as if some ghost could be fragile and needed human friends to look after it. It still felt like a trap of some sort, but she didn’t really want to listen to Sam tell something dead about the importance of self care and an irritating volume, so she made herself scarce.

One week open invitation. Did she really want to take it? Not if Danny was back. She’d decide after confirming he was alright first...

[leonbastralle]

Replies!

pxelface replied to your post “it's midnight and ive never been more tired but my heart is racing for...”

For now, I find laying down somewhere comfy with a blanket over me (stick your feet out if it's too hot) and closing my eyes helps me a lil bit, and trying to steer my thoughts away from things that might make me feel worse. Idk if that'll help you but worth a try until you can see a doctor!

amixofpixels replied to your post “it's midnight and ive never been more tired but my heart is racing for...”

Annie, it kinda sounds like how I feel after I've had a panic attack. It might not be that for you but I would suggest talking to a doctor about it.

greenfooddog replied to your post “it's midnight and ive never been more tired but my heart is racing for...”

I don't know if this will help... if it is anxiety, I found seeing a psychologist helped me cope with school stress. Now I mostly listen to Celtic Woman, stretch, and use a mixture of lavender, spearmint, and eucalyptus essential oils before sleep.

Thank you guys ♥ I took some stuff to calm down and fell asleep eventually, so that’s that! It COULD be anxiety yes, I’ve had it happen a few times at night, but I wasn’t expecting it because it came very slowly and it’s usually not how it is? Idk, either way I feel like there’s some weird phyiscal stuff in the mix but I hope it’s just cause exams are coming up and I’m stressed (also I was rly emotionally exhausted)

Annnd I don’t really want to talk to any weird doctors, really xD I prefer talking to my friends.

anyway that was a long ramble thanks again

pxelface replied to your post “Another Round Of Elephant Boxing”

I need fic+art RIGHT NOW               

welp I TRIED

pxelface replied to your photoset “B: A boyfriend? T: I know, I know, not right away. That’d be a little...”

Jokes on you two you end up together

thanks for spoiling xD tho I guess pretty much everything gives it away...what can ya do with custom made spouses and a color scheme!

amixofpixels replied to your post “1-30 bc i love you”

I think you may just be my favourite person, Annie!

why exactly? xD I’m not sure if that was 100% me or if the use of this particular gif inspired me to go all meta

morgibritt replied to your photoset

She's so pretteh <3

Idk who that was about, but I guess either Taff or Theia, and both are, so true ;)

simphonics replied to your photoset “*fangirls* GUYS IT’S GEN FIVE”

The ones that don't look like criminals make the best criminals :D nobody will suspect her!

true too! She’s gonna be one very smooth criminal.

morgibritt replied to your photoset “T: Wait, I need to have BABIES??”

Three of them to be exact ;)

shhhhh Morgan! Also I think Bryony might have 2 of them (DUO PREGNANCY YASSS)

morgibritt replied to your post “Another Round Of Elephant Boxing”

Yikes! Two hours is yuck. I feel like it just works that way. I mean we got over a foot of snow in two days and school isn't canceled or delayed. Nevermind that everyone is fishtailing and having a terrible time driving - and not for lack of knowledge of how to drive in the snow!

Ikr! You’d think they learned from previous situations!

morgibritt replied to your photoset “Bryony was there as well, but had to leave apparently -.-”

Silly girl!! She's so cute in your game!! I can't get over it!

RLY??? ;_; Idk I always preferred her in your game!

fadepixels replied to your post “7, 14, 15 and 62 :)”

only too fast bc u asked me ;c

I didn’t ask you, I just notifited you ;) but I loved answering them (even tho they were mean)

morgibritt replied to your photoset “*fangirls* GUYS IT’S GEN FIVE”

What is a busker? I've always wondered

Oh that’s the ones who like play instruments and sing in public places for money!

morgibritt replied to your photoset “*fangirls* GUYS IT’S GEN FIVE”

Yusssss!! <3 I'm so excited!

me too! half way o.o

fadepixels replied to your post  “1-30 bc i love you”

The shame