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[may01st]

May01st Interest Check!

The people of the HoloNet have spoken! May01st is a fan event dedicated to celebrating the 501st Battalion and its members! You can find our rules and guidelines here!

We will have our interest check open until March 7th, 11:59 PM PST. We'd love your input on the event format, dates, and prompt suggestions!

Check out the interest check here

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[leenathegreengirl]

Tunes-Giving Event: Crosshair/Kay (NOV 24)

It’s difficult to prioritize yourself when your entire life has always been shared with someone else. For both Crosshair and Kayden, learning to break free from the shadows of the past and allow their true selves to emerge isn’t an easy task. Crosshair struggles to heal from his trauma, while Kayden has always lived in the background, overshadowed by her twin sister. But as they each navigate the changing dynamics brought on by their siblings' blossoming romance, they begin to discover something unique and meaningful in the friendship they’re building. 

This collection of songs captures the hope, fear, uncertainty, and deep connection between Crosshair and Kayden. With a mix of energetic tracks for their brighter moments and tender ballads for their quieter times, these songs reveal how both characters shine in their own way—finding strength, solace, and a sense of belonging in each other’s company.

The experience of survival is the key

To the gravity of love

Looking at you, holding my breath

For once in my life, I'm scared to death

I'm taking a chance, letting you inside

the stars may be fallin'

I'm still coming for you

I love this feeling

But I hate this part

I wanted this to work so much

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place

Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace

Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste

It all revolves around you

Meet Kayden! 

EVENT MASTERLIST

(Special thank you my dear friend and creative partner @legacygirlingreen for making this event possible! She is responsive for all the writing, design layout, post editing & greatly assisted in song selections!)

💚Tag List💚

@legacygirlingreen @thora-sniper @sukithebean @thecoffeelorian @neyswxrld @somewhere-on-kamino @clonethirstingisreal @royallykt @morerandombullshit @burningfieldof-clover @tbnrpotato @keantha @returnofthepineapple @justanotherdikutsimp @antisocial-mariposa @techs-stitches @resistantecho @kimiheartblade @dezgate

[clonexocweek]

Ready to show your troopers some love? Welcome to Clone x OC week, an event celebrating the relationships between original characters (OCs) and Clone Troopers from a galaxy far, far away! The event will last seven days (10-16 February 2025) and feature daily themes that explore the relationship dynamics of Clone x OC pairings through various types of creative works.

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[crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf]

Cross X Tahny- What If...

Disgrace Alternative: + A Path of No Resistance + What if Crosshair never attempted to dissuade her?

A few rotations later...

A few rotations more...

Luckily that's not how it goes down!

Thanks for sticking with me for @clonexocweek! If you're a Disgrace reader I hope you liked the supplemental content, If not and you want to see how the story actually plays out you can find the chapter index HERE. Read on Tumblr or Ao3!

@feral-ferrule @vimse @kaytunez @substantial-exposure

[galactic-gift-gathering]

You are formally invited to the Great Galactic Gift Gathering 2024!

A Star Wars Fandom Community Prompt Gift Exchange starting November 25, 2024 and running through January 14, 2025! 🎁

Here is what you have to look forward to:

Making a Prompt Wish List to have shared on the event page for other members of the community to fill

Filling wish prompts to gift to those who made wishes

Seeing all the amazing, multi-media content based on a multitude of Star Wars fandoms

Having the opportunity to achieve a “Galaxy’s Greatest Gifter” badge for those who gift fills to 10+ wishers!

And MORE!!

Leading up to the official launch, here are some ways you can participate:

Submit your Prompt Wish List to the event blog’s Ask Inbox! (Each participant only gets one wish list with 3 wishes…so make it count! You can find the Prompt Wish List template here for more information) Wish Lists will be posted on November 25th, and newcomers’ wish lists will be posted as they come!

Help us make Star Wars themed gift wrap banners for prompt fill posts! (Check out this post for more information on how you can help us make adorable banners for everyone to use for their prompt fill posts [using banners is optional…it just makes the reblogs look colorful!])

Help us promote for the event! The more the merrier…and we want all the creative Star Wars fans we can get!

Participate in polls to vote for activities to do throughout the event! Like ask games, tag games, and poll games…help us make this event a fun experience for everyone!

Ask us clarifying questions! We want to make sure we’re all on the same page…if you have any questions, please, send us an ask!!

We are so excited to have you all! And we hope to make this event a fun, stress-free place for your holiday season ♥️

—Your Mods, @kybercrystals94 & @fionas-frenzy

[eclec-tech]

Pairing: Crosshair x OC Luvari Tulren, GAR psychologist Ship Name: Crossvari

Pantoran Luvari Tulren, a dedicated psychologist for the GAR, helps troopers who have seen more than clones were designed to endure to get back into the fight. But when she loses her entire family save for the infant nephew she now has to care for, she becomes the one in need of support. Enter the one man no one would ever recommend to counsel a grieving woman who has become a parent overnight—Crosshair.

Their friendship turns into something more in "Psychology of a Sniper." 💙

@clonexocweek Crosshair divider by @stars-n-spice

“Would you ever want another kid?”

Luvari looked up from the article she was reading to send her husband a questioning look. “I have one little boy attached to my chest, and we just got the other one to bed after getting noodles out of both of his ears. Are you seriously asking me NOW if I want another one?”

Crosshair shrugged. “Asking when you’re exhausted and stressed will give me the most honest answer.”

“Hmm.” Luvari ran the backs of her fingers over the tiny blue cheek at her breast. “Good point. You don’t think two is enough?”

“Two is perfect.” He glanced over at the toddler resting angelically in the small bed in the corner of their bedroom, and his voice went soft. “Forget I mentioned it.”

Luvari stared at Crosshair’s face. Her uncanny ability to read facial expressions and body language got a genuine workout when it came to him, but there was something in the ever-so-slight way his eyebrows were raised that told her that forgetting he mentioned it would be a mistake. “Cross?”

Crosshair sighed, his voice shrinking to a whisper. “I missed all of it, Vari.”

“What do you mean?”

He crossed the room to sit beside her and their newborn son on the bed and cupped his hand around the little mass of silver curls. “I was only here for the last few days of your pregnancy with Genet. We adopted Bilyk. I didn’t get to do what husbands are supposed to do.”

“You did exactly what other husbands do. That’s how we ended up with Genet,” Luvari teased.

“That’s not what I meant,” Crosshair returned with a smirk. “I wasn’t here to help you. I didn’t get to watch your belly grow or be here when you felt the first kick.”

“We were on the run,” she reminded him gently. “Considering how enormous the galaxy is, it’s incredible that you made it back in time to welcome the little sniper at all. We were lucky.”

“You’re not wrong, but it still bothers me that I missed so much.”

“It wasn’t all magical firsts. You also missed the vomiting and non-stop complaining.”

Crosshair huffed a small laugh. “It would have been worth it. For me. Clones weren’t meant to have families. This…” He gestured between the two of them and at their two little sons. “This wasn’t supposed to happen for us. You can’t blame me for wanting more of it now that I have it.”

Luvari could see the regret and vulnerability in her husband’s face. “Are you saying you want us to have another baby so you can be part of the pregnancy?” she asked slowly.

There was a twinkle in Crosshair’s eyes as they met his wife’s. “Not only for that reason and not right away, but I haven’t ruled out the possibility. What about you?”

Luvari smiled softly. “I might be persuaded to try for a third—after these two are ‘fresher trained.”

Crosshair glanced at the pile of unused nappies in reserve off to the side and chuckled softly. “Obviously.”

[cloneshiprarepair]

Clone Ship Rare Pair Event 2025

What is this event?

This event is a chance for folks to create content based on a list of rare pairs of clone/clone ships during the year of 2025!

What does that mean?

While some details are still being hammered out and will follow, the goal is that every month of 2025 will have two "featured" rare pair clone ships, with the goal of creating any content for those ships in their featured month! There will also be at least two alternate ships that can be subbed in for any month of a person's choosing, and a "zero fic" bonus round that runs the whole year. Stay tuned for more details.

This is a ship based event.

What ships qualify?

Any clone/clone ship (or clone/clone/clone/clone/clone...) that has 30 fics or less on AO3 qualifies for this event.

At this time while poly ships are acceptable in the nomination form, but we are looking for a fun way to really highlight clone ships. Ergo, only clone/clone ships will be considered, excluding clone/clone/Jedi or clone/clone/non-clone variations.

How will the pairings be chosen?

We will have a google form to submit nominations for the event, which includes a spot for the ship, as well as an optional field for a "pitch" area. This is where you can spend your time explaining why a rare ship compels you, and why folks should get excited for them and vote for them and then create content!

Please note: we will include these "pitches" in the voting, but reserve the right to edit them for clarity and consistency.

The nomination period will run from 1 Oct 2024 to 31 Oct 2024, so you will have plenty of time to come up with your ships and your pitches for them!

So what is the actual event going to look like?

Each month, two ships will be chosen. The goal is then to make any fan creation featuring that ship as the main focus of the fan creation (additional pairings are allowed as side pairings). There will be a whole month for each ship. We will announce them in advance.

The goal is to have a low stakes, but consistent place to create works of any format for ships that often do not get attention or love.

There will be a collection on AO3 for the event, and this blog will reblog anything it is tagged in for the event during the course of the year.

And 2026?

We'll see how 2025 goes, but if it gets participation and people enjoy it, it could certainly continue past this first year.

[spaceyjessa]

Clone x OC Week Day 2 : Quality Time

Pairings: Solé x Crosshair Rating: G / SFW Fluff Words: 1.865 Warnings: Brief mentions of clone aging and Tantiss like rescues, but nothing major, minor medical mention

Synopsis: Solé learns more about clone aging than she bargained for and it makes her want to define whatever it is that has been going on between her and Crosshair, sooner rather than later.

@clonexocweek Thank you for hosting this event!

It had been the kind of week that drained Solé down to her last reserves of optimism.

A particularly successful rescue operation led by Echo and Rex had landed more clone refugees than usual on Pabu. It was the usual stopover for the time, especially when there were fewer and fewer safe places in the galaxy for them.

Despite the many competent doctors and few scientists that had chosen to make Pabu home, Solé found herself overrun with patients that needed her particular brand of nutritional care. Her home base had doubled as a quick clinic over the last week, the living room rotated through by the haunted looking soldiers who seemed to have trouble believing they were really free.

After months of ill treatment, experiments, and stress, their bodies were to the breaking point and if there was one thing she still believed in solidly it was in the healing ability of food. Meal plans and supplements and tonics whipped up from the local plant life all from her tiny kitchen were all she had to prescribe to the soldiers as they prepared for new lives. Solé tried to focus on the man in front of her and not on what he reminded her of.

“This is a long term treatment,” she insisted to a soldier who had tried to shrug her off, asking her to take care of his brothers instead. “It’s specifically designed to help you recover and get back on your feet.” Solé hadn’t expected to need to do a comprehensive study on Jango Fett’s genome and the metabolism rates of clones but for the last week it was all she had thought about. Her heart clenched as the man took the bottle from her hand with a tired smile. The information she had access to was limited, but it had painted a clear picture.

“Thanks, Doc.” Owen was how he had introduced himself. She didn’t bother telling him that she wasn’t actually a doctor. He offered a mock salute and let himself out of her circular little house and into the warm evening air. Solé was left alone in the now quiet living room. Her base was a disaster. Two makeshift beds were setup in the center of the room for waiting patients. Her kitchen was covered in open books, datapads, stained pots and pans, and the acrid smell of medicinal herbs wafted through the house.

Solé stood, aching joints protesting after hours of sitting on a stool and doing minor first aid while administering prescriptions for everything from bacta patches to a rather pungent mushroom based tonic that was sure to pack enough nutrients in it to keep the clones on their feet.

She set about cleaning up the kitchen, her heart heavy with the weight of all she had learned over the last few days. They really do age fast… She had known it in theory, but to see it explained in the charts that Echo had loaded onto her datapad…

A knock at her door startled her out of her heavy thoughts and she put on her best smile and squared her shoulders, ready for another patient.

“Still burning the midnight oil? How noble.”

“Crosshair!” A real smile lit up her face and the tension melted from her as she let him step inside. “I didn’t think you were back yet.”

“Just got back, I see you’ve been meting out your advice to the regs.” His eyes scanned the disaster area and Solé resisted the urge to wrap her arms around him. This…thing whatever it was hadn’t really been defined yet and she didn’t want to push him.

“Yeah, Rex and Echo gave me plenty of willing victims for my latest mushroom tonic.” He wrinkled his nose at that and she laughed, remembering the first time she had tried to get him to drink it. He had gained some weight back since his return to Pabu and she hoped at least part of it was due to her.

Solé loved the way his presence filled up her house. He followed her into the kitchen and made himself comfortable on one of the stools at the counter, like a tooka claiming it’s territory.

“How was the mission?” She asked, the urge to make conversation instead of just bask in the silence always rose up when she had too much on her mind. She found herself checking the conservator once, twice, before finally settling on a drink to hand him and sitting at the counter. Solé tried to keep herself from fidgeting and when that didn’t work she grabbed a datapad and let herself tap at the screen for distraction.

“I hardly call a grocery run a ‘mission’.” He took a long drink of the fruit juice that she kept on hand, she knew he loved the sour sweet taste. A ghost of a smirk crossed his lips as he swirled the glass full of yellow juice.

The silence overtook the space and Solé wished she had at least had time to take a shower before he showed up. It was then that she noticed his eyes. The dark circles looked like bruises and she found herself reaching out to tilt his face towards her.

“When’s the last time you slept?”

He gave a noncommittal grunt and went back to sipping. Solé, always bold when there was something or someone to take care of, let her nerves slip away as she threaded her fingers through his. His eyebrows raised and he looked between their interlocked fingers and her eyes before finally reciprocating. His hand was warm and solid against hers, palm to palm. She could feel the callouses and see faint scars. Her heart was pounding and she knew she was blushing but she couldn’t help it.

“Come on, I’ve got a trick that can help you get some actual rest.”

“This isn’t another fungus is it?” The wariness in his tone made her laugh and she shook her head.

“Nuh uh, even better than that.”

“Oh, goody.” Crosshair didn’t resist as she led him from the kitchen and back towards her bedroom. Just before she led him into the door he stepped back, when she turned to look at him his eyebrows had shot up and there was flush across his cheeks. “What are you doing?” He practically hissed.

“I was going to read to you. I’d offer the couch but it’s covered in bacta wrappers and bandages.” All at once it dawned on her what he could be thinking and her face went bright red.

The two of them stood there in the darkened hallway, Solé’s heart pounding in her chest. This is ridiculous I’m not a child! I shouldn’t be embarrassed about this. She steeled herself and met his eyes, despite the blush on her face.

“It’s the best way I know to help someone sleep. I already have you on as many different nutritional supplements as you need and I don’t like using sleep medication. I thought it would help relax you.”

He bit his lip, his usual toothpick absent, and looked between her and the open door. Well, this is it. Whatever we had happening is definitely over now that-

“Okay.”

“Oh. Okay. Right.” Solé grabbed his hand and pulled him into the room. “You should probably remove your armor.” She wished the floor would swallow her. He looked at her like she was insane, but still complied. He set the pieces aside in an orderly pile as she went to the bathroom and changed into a loose shirt and shorts. By the time she got back he already looked on the verge of collapsing. She wanted to ask how many stims he had used while he was away but stopped herself.

Crosshair stood stiffly in his blacks, face flushed and arms crossed over his chest. Solé wasn’t sure if it was the exhaustion from the week, the things she’d learned about the clones, or the suffocating desire to be closer to him that made her brave enough to pull him onto the bed with her.

It took more than a few awkward moments, before he was settled into the pillows, her sitting far enough away that they weren’t quite touching. She reached for the book on her nightstand.

“Am I in for a lecture on the medicinal benefits of fungi?”

“No, but I could get one for you if you want,” she teased back, satisfied by the scowl and weak glare he shot at her.

“You’re evil.”

“I try. No, this is just a story I’ve been meaning to read.” Solé settled herself back comfortably, feeling his eyes on her, and began to read. It was soothing, even to herself, getting lost in the words on the page. Crosshair’s breathing evened out almost instantly and she smiled to herself. It was a surreal experience getting close to the former sniper. His world was so different from her own. The moonlight coming through her bedroom window illuminated his face and she was baffled by how much younger he looked when his features weren’t marred by his scowls.

Solé felt her voice growing gradually quieter as she began to drift off, one more page and then I’ll go to the couch…

Solé opened her eyes, she hadn’t meant to fall asleep. And she definitely hadn’t meant to wake up face to face with Crosshair in her own bed. Her heart was in her throat as she tried to get up without waking him. It was then that she noticed the weight around her waist. His arm was around her. He smelled like blaster oil and leather and fresh earth and something in her heart told her that all of it smelled like home. How am I supposed to get up before he notices…

Crosshair opened his eyes, but instead of jumping away, startled like she thought he would be there was a calm in his honey brown eyes that she had never seen before. She felt his arm tighten and it was like a jolt of electricity to her system.

They stared at each other in the quiet. The moon had shifted position and left most of him shadowed, but his eyes were still so bright. In the back of her mind she wondered if it had something to do with his enhancement but another part of her, for some reason, looked down at his lips.

She was too afraid to speak and break whatever spell had fallen over them. She had wanted to be close to him for such a long time and her sleep addled brain almost convinced her that she was dreaming.

Almost.

His brown eyes flicked down to her lips and she felt herself move forward like something was pulling her towards him.

His kiss was feather-light, a whisper against her lips, but it sent her heart soaring. When he pulled away she buried her face in his chest, the scent of him enveloping her, to hide the tears pricking the corners of her eyes.

He wrapped his arms tighter around her and she felt safe for the first time since she had left Naboo.

[foxmoonevent2025]

Official Event Info

When: March 13-14th

What: Anything goes as long as it is Fox or Corrie Guard themed, fanart, fanfic, reblogs, moodboards, etc! Old and new content welcome!

Tags: FoxMoon2025

Event is open to anyone and everyone who wants to participate!

Rules:

Be kind and considerate. No harassment or hate will be tolerated.

Tag accordingly, including ships, NSFW content and any content warnings

All ships are allowed, just tag them!

Everyone has different preferences and no one wants hurt feelings or to bog this down with unnecessary discourse.

Most importantly: have fun! Let's show Commander Fox and the Coruscant Guard our love!

[thecoffeelorian]

Day 1: Introduction/First Meeting

Prompt: First Meeting

Pairing: Tech x OC (Lyn Innsur)

Timeline: Season 1 of The Bad Batch (TBB)

Word Count: 1,265

Brief Description: I created Lyn Innsur as a growing role for my old series "The New Aftermath"...but I kinda dropped the whole AU some time ago due to lack of time/interest. ^^; Still, there's always the slight possibility I take it up again, so she comes along in Chapter 3 of 'The Past Is Another Land' for reference purposes.

Story Link: Click Here!

Special Notes: Click Here for a photo of Lyn:

Tags: @clonexocweek (main); @eclec-tech @orangez3st @badbatchposts @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf

@thora-sniper @silverwings22 @legacygirlingreen because we're all participating 😊

Thud.

My right fist comes down hard upon the solid earth as I let myself fall down, and with it, whatever edible things I managed to choke down this morning give a collective lurch. The adrenaline rush of the last few hours has started to wear off, and I’m most likely not the only one within my squad who’s about to deal with its aftershocks.

In fact, I won't be surprised if one or more of my fellow Batchers turns out to have experienced weak legs, shaking hands, and all of the signs that come to a humanoid body after it's no longer in danger. I’m already there.

They stole my child! They stole my brother!

My body may be slowing down, but my mind naturally speeds up in order to counter it. I make mental notes about everything I'm sensing from my place upon the ground, because there's always a chance that I have to use some, if not all, of this information later on. Perhaps it'll be something about this planet’s small purple blossoms, like the ones growing along the edge of this stream.

Or it could be the way that humanoid movements, as well as their corresponding sounds, are a bit more detectable out here during this time of day. Especially if one or more of those humanoids happen to be Imperial ‘visitors’, but only in the distant future, as none of them have made any surprise appearances on this planet just yet.

Or, if I really want to use my imagination...it could be the reason why my hand is able to sink deep into the ground after striking it, the soil almost pooling around my fingers as I start to register its properties.

They stole my child...they stole my brother… This manner of soil, dirt and a host of other words in various languages just might have to serve as a distraction for me. I'm not ready to go find Echo yet. I'm not ready to check back in on Omega, or reconvene with Hunter, or even ask Wrecker if he needs a break. And, as I know that I’m in no shape to face Crosshair, this will simply have to do.

All right...all right. There’s water here, that’s a given…and nitrogen, obviously, the growth of organic life forms would be impossible without it…but what's this little thing right here?

Though my mind has begun to register all of the questions necessary for a minor scientific dig, it's also got a tiny area that seems to be indicating...play time?

What?

No, no, that's not what's happening here! I don't engage in such trivial things as ‘play time’! As one of the most brilliant minds from Kamino, ‘play time’ is one of the very last things I can ever do for the sake of this squad. The Kaminoans themselves already taught me that lesson!

Rather, as my left hand also sinks into the soil, and I start imagining myself breaking a few Imperial bones as easily as I’m able to break this ground…I instead name this feeling as anger. Perhaps even a mild form of rage, I would deduce, for the tensing of my musculature and the stiffening of my spinal column aren’t happening purely for the fun of it. No, they’re like that because my body is ready to fight.

Because I'm ready to fight, and if anyone from their side dared to cross this stream right now, any one of them at all...I feel that I may very well engage them, regardless of whatever weapon they decide to bring into the thick of things.

That isn't what happens, though, because for the next few minutes, I’m left with…nothing. The peace of an untouched landscape, sure…but also the lack of any worthwhile actions that might have otherwise helped me to work off some of my own penned-up fury. Perhaps this, this poison that had started to build up inside of me would come out in a wordless flood at a later time, like–like a surprise training session within the controlled environment of Cid’s bar, where there would be at least one trustworthy figure of some authority standing by in case things got too out of hand. That would have served me just fine, if not also the very important people standing by me.

Until we travel back there, though... I'm careful to remain silent for a while, if only to become better accustomed to this curious new planet. These first few minutes of complete peace and quiet begin to lead me in this direction, at least in theory, for the edge of my anger eases just a little as I get moving.

It's within these minutes that I scan the area a second time, holding my gaze over each new tree, bush, and patch of grass to detect unusual movements that might hint to me of any and all unwelcome visitors. Thankfully, no more than fifteen seconds later, I'm able to move on a little further as soon as I detect absolutely nothing.

Instead, it's the slower, more hesitant movement from several feet away thatcatches my eye... followed close behind by the equally timid female Twi'lek in a gray service uniform, her hands half raised in either a wordless greeting or, thanks to my Beskar armor, an improvised surrender. At this point in time, either one of these is equally as possible.

"Excuse me, but...are you the squad technician…?”

Her left lekku–curiously without any tattoos, though I'm not about to ask her why–twitches upward at the tip in a nervous ‘Hello’. Definitely a greeting, then, provided that her hesitation doesn’t suggest that she’s taken me for some manner of Stormtrooper.

Although, given recent events around a few systems within the galaxy…it really might not be all that surprising if she did.

"Who said I was anyone's technician?”

"Your daughter, maybe?"

Omega.

Of course.

She must have found her way to some kind of medical facility, most likely to get extra help for Crosshair. No one else in this squad could have been injured so quickly, if only because there isn’t any loose ordnance hiding away on this planet. I made sure of that a few hours ahead of time, as I knew for a fact that we wouldhave enough to focus on down here without any ‘presents’ from the Separatists.

"Hm.... well, I can't exactly give you my name, but I can give you some of my time. Was there anyone else with her? A wounded man with silver hair, maybe?"

The Twi'lek woman nods briefly, her hands falling back to her sides.

"Him and three others. One with long black hair, the other two with none. I–I didn’t ask for any names.”

Perfect. They're all present and accounted for. This could mean that, whatever problems we might have otherwise faced upon this planet, unexpected separation shouldn’t be one of them. In theory, anyway.

“All right, then,” I tell her, not sure if I’m ready to face Round Two of my brother’s temper just yet, or if it would be much worse to keep on avoiding him in his condition. At the same time, perhaps one more meeting could be good enough for us both, whether or not we manage to talk to one another without losing our tempers…let alone our nerves.

In other words, theories are useless if they can’t be proven with the right amount of experiments…and this just might be the most important one I have for some time yet.

"Everyone else is already there, so we shouldn’t keep them waiting. Please lead on.”

[swfemmefrenzy]

Prompt cards are GO!

The participation cards are now up! There are prompts for all four weeks, alternates to mix and match, and an appreciation bingo card. Femme Frenzy begins May 1st.

Click Participation Cards on the sidebar, or click through here!

[Femme Frenzy FAQ]

PROMPT CARDS

WEEK 1: Darksaber // Fistfight // Herbs & Spices // Riduurok

WEEK 2: Mand'alor // Living Memory // Coming Of Age // Manda'yaim

WEEK 3: Foundling // Warriors // Fresh Fruit/Meat // The Ka'ra

WEEK 4: Sunrise // First Kiss // Before The War // Cin Vhetin

Click here for the Mando'a translations!

ALTERNATE PROMPTS

ALTERNATES: Betrayal // Gifts // The Waters // Failure/Redemption // Transition // Rivalry // Realization // First Blood // Devotion // The Creed

ENGAGEMENT BINGO CARD

(9 Squares arranged in a 3x3 grid)

TOP ROW: Reblogged 1 Fic // Reblogged 5 Fic // Reblogged 10 Fic

MIDDLE ROW: Reblogged 1 Artwork // Reblogged 5 Artwork // Reblogged 10 Artwork

BOTTOM ROW: Commented on 1 AO3 Fic // Commented on 5 AO3 Fic // Commented on 10 AO3 Fic

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HUGE HUGE HUGE thanks to @spicedrobot for making these amazing and adorable graphics for us! Thank you so much!

[leenathegreengirl]

Day 3 - Hunter, Nez, Omega (ft. Gungi)

Life comes in many forms, and family holds its own unique meaning for each person. On the third day of this celebration, we dive into what family truly means and all the emotions and connections that come with it. Hunter and Omega make quite the pair—the ex-soldier often acting more like a father figure than a brother—so as Nez grows closer to the old Sarg, the dynamic with Omega is beginning to shift. This holiday season really brought that connection to life! I hope you enjoy their heartwarming festivities, along with the visit from a special friend who joined in on the celebration!

(Ao3 Link if you prefer that formatting!)

Event Masterlist

(Special thank you my very dear friend and creative partner @legacygirlingreen for making this event possible! She is the beautiful mind behind ALL the writing, design layout, post editing and song selections!)

💚Tag List💚

@legacygirlingreen @thora-sniper @thecoffeelorian @neyswxrld @somewhere-on-kamino @clonethirstingisreal @royallykt @morerandombullshit @burningfieldof-clover @tbnrpotato @keantha @returnofthepineapple @justanotherdikutsimp @antisocial-mariposa @techs-stitches @resistantecho @kimiheartblade @dezgate @sunshinesdaydream

[clonexocweek]

The Clone x OC week 2025 participation badges are here ✨

We are excited to unveil yet another feature for this event! By the end of the festivities, you may apply for Clone Trooper badges that are personalised with your tumblr username—so that you can show off that you’ve participated in Clone x OC week 2025!

There are two types of badges that can be earned: Creator Badge and Enjoyer Badge. You may earn either one or both if you meet the specific requirements for each type of badge.

To earn the Creator Badge, you need to post at least one creative work inspired by one of the themes of the event. To earn the Enjoyer Badge, you have to complete at least one row of the Enjoyer Bingo.

But wait—there’s more!!

Very dedicated participants deserve something a little extra. We’d like to award these people with ARC Trooper badges!

The Creator ARC Trooper badge is earned by posting an entry for all the seven themes of the event. The Enjoyer ARC Trooper badge is earned by completing all rows of the Enjoyer Bingo. It takes true courage and valour to earn these badges!

The form to apply for the badges will be released soon after the final day of the event. Until then, have a wonderful day ✨

[crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf]

Cross X Tahny - Intimacy

“How many times will you throw yourself at death till it finally snags you? Would you really go off to die without having me? Never knowing…”

-Tah'nyem Ra, Disgrace: Chapter 4

💋💋💋Viewer Beware: There's Skin Under There💋💋💋

Buckle up buttercups, in this thread we dissect their sex lives.

The first time Crosshair and Tahny entwine love isn't really part of the equation. It's fueled by anger, self pity... It's rough, borderline violent, and literally on the rocks. They're under a crimson sun seeing nothing but red. It's born of two individuals who no longer believe the bedtime stories they tell themselves about the way the galaxy works and their place in it. Tenderness doesn't come till later.

Lyrics from Aliens Tawk by Tawk

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“Just, this once… be gentle,”

-Tah'nyem Ra, Disgrace: Chapter 9

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Tahny sees Crosshair through rose tinted glasses. She wasn't there for the hurt, the fighting, the betrayals... She doesn't even meet his brothers till much later. She has no reason to doubt him and gives him her trust freely at a time in his life where that's exactly what he needed. This becomes a reoccurring theme for them, Tahny time and again making the conscious decision to trust Crosshair, simply because he needs it.

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“Always in control, aren't you? Don't you trust me?”

- Crosshair, Disgrace: Chapter 6

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Crosshair needs control to feel comfortable, and Tahny gives it. She is not a submissive person and Crosshair recognizes this submission as the compliment it is. If she's soft, it's for him... And he revels in that control, fascinated with pushing her to her limits which... are considerable.

The two are possessive of each other, but not jealous. They place their lives into each others hands and hold it tight. Neither of them hail from a culture that puts importance on monogamy, what do they care about a little fun between consenting adults?

This doesn't mean Crosshair is completely okay with sharing. If another is invited into their bed it's with the complete understanding that Tah'nyem is his. If he catches eyes lingering on her it had best be in admiration. Woe to anyone who may seek to take her from him.

Tahny X Crosshair X Kahtzi

Kahtzi Zho is another matter. Tahny's friend and long time lover is someone he recognizes as being there first, however, Kahtzi is quiet the opposite of possessive.

Being with Tahny was healing for her. An outcast of her family, a Theelin with no vocal talent, Tah'nyem brought her out of her shell and staged her first pin-up shoot while they were in college together. She changes her name from "Diva" (common Theelin name thought to grant them luck and better singing abiities) and called herself "Kahtzi." Later, she followed Tahny to her posting at The Red Crown, becoming one of the "Crown Jewels" of the bordello night club. Though she plays dumb, she's observant and knows people very well. She's Tahny's right hand and will often take care of business under the table when discretion is needed.

She's delighted when Crosshair enters the scene, long thinking Tahny as somewhat emotionally stunted (their relationship more of an intimate friendship rather than something romantic.), her falling so hard for someone was seen as a relief, that they weren't so different. She finds the endeavor of sharing Tahny somewhat thrilling, and has gone out of her way to expand the bedroom escapades of the couple by convincing Crosshair to share on occasion as long as it's only physical.

Despite this she would never press Tahny into an arrangement she was uncomfortable with and thinks the "Sex would fix them" crowd in relation to her issues with Hunter are insane.

Crosshair and Tah'nyem are bisexual disasters that happen to be in a hetero relationship. That being said Tahny leans heavily on the Demi side of the spectrum and her eyes rarely wander- though a novel or rare experience will certainly draw her attention. If she catches Cross looking her interest is more likely to peak and if she notices someone else eyeing him she's known to offer an introduction and more than a little flirting of her own.

Moreover, these two are voracious and skilled carnivores. They hunt together and like to watch each other work. Approach with caution.

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"Aren't you greedy, Tahny?"

-Crosshair, Disgrace: Chapter 8

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This brat 4 brat duo are trouble and more than a little perverse. Tahny doesn't have many ex's that would come around, having kept most people besides Kahtzi a bit further than arms length. It should be noted however that if Cross's ex-lover came calling Tahny would ruthlessly pursue them out of curiosity.

@clonexocweek @feral-ferrule @vimse @kaytunez @substantial-exposure

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

Hey writer friends! There's a fun, all-fandom, writing/art event taking place for fall. Cozytober! This is their second year and since they don't have a tumblr page, I thought I'd share the prompts!

For anyone participating in any of the other big fall events (@sicktember @whumptober @flufftober ) these prompts actually meld really well with those.

For more information about Cozytober rules, as well as a text version of the prompts, check out their AO3 Collection page [Here]

Happy writing!!

[eclec-tech]

Pairing: Hardcase x OC Kisan Indral, Iridonian history student Ship Name: Hardkis

Kisan (key-SAHN) is a Zabrak student Hardcase met while on Iridonia and instantly connected with. If you’re curious, there is a lot more about these two in this chapter which sums up their connection AND explains Hardcase’s tattoos!

For "quality time," here's a little scene extension from Chapter 6 of the current part of my long fic, “Family Found.” (This is an AU where Hardcase somehow survived Umbara and woke up to find his mind in the body of a blue-eyed cadet.)

The original fic scene and the Clone x OC Week extention are below the cut. Enjoy the fluff! 🧡

@clonexocweek Hardcase divider by @lornaka and @freesia-writes

Beep, beep, beep. Beep, beep, beep. Beep, beep, beep.  Wrecker mumbled against his spoon. “What’s that?” Miran and Luvari looked at each other and then at a smiling Hardcase. “That,” Luvari informed him with a pleased smile, “is probably Commander Cody informing us that Iridonia’s solar storm communications blackout is ending.” Hardcase rose slowly and dramatically from his seat. “If anyone needs me, I’ll be on the Cerulean.” He then lept over his chair and ran to the hangar. Ahsoka chuckled as she watched him disappear. “What’s that about?” Miran shook her head fondly. “Hardcase knows a girl on Iridonia. He’ll probably be out there talking to her for the rest of the night.” "Family Found" (Chapter 6)

Hardcase took the steps up the ramp to his ship three at a time, skidding into the panel opposite the hatch with a whispered curse before regaining his balance and entering the cockpit. He had the holoprojector switched on and the comm frequency entered before he even made it to the pilot’s seat.

“Come on, come on, come on,” he urged the blank space before him. “Where are you?” After a couple of minutes of silence, he dropped his head onto the controls and groaned in disappointment.

“Are you looking for me?”

Hardcase’s head shot up. “Kisan?”

“Hi, Hardcase!”

He smiled at the young woman in the hologram. The blueness of the image made her look more like a Pantoran with horns than a warmly hued Zabrak. It made his smile stretch even wider. “I have so much to tell you.”

Hardcase spent the better part of the next hour catching her up on what had happened since he left her planet—everything from settling on Alderaan and reuniting with his Force-gifted squad to the fact that he and all his clone brothers were no longer victims of accelerated aging. It was a lot.

Kisan’s head was swimming by the time he finished catching her up.

“Oh, and Miran bought some Endorian ridge hens. The friendliest one is a pretty, rusty color. I call her ‘Mini Kis.’

“You named a hen for me?” It was a sharp turn from everything else he had shared. She giggled and covered her mouth with her hand. “That’s so funny!”

Hardcase felt a little dejected that his roundabout compliment hadn’t been taken the way he intended. He was hoping she would say the gesture was sweet, not funny. “Why is it funny?”

“Because I named one of the new bukks in our herd ‘Bukkcase.’”

Hardcase’s eyes went wide. “You’re kidding me.”

“No, I’m not!” she returned with a laugh. “He reminds me of you. He’s mischievous. He likes to come up behind me and lick my ears. He even seems to use the other bukks as a distraction. He walks toward me with the herd and then breaks away when my back is turned so he can lick me! He’s sneaky.”

Hardcase chuckled and leaned closer to the hologram. “Hmm. Maybe that bukk is on to something. You had better not turn your back on me the next time I see you. I might be tempted to find out for myself what’s so tasty about your ears.”

“Hardcase!”

Hardcase laughed hard at her scandalized tone. He could spend the rest of his life joking around with the lovely girl flickering in front of him, and if his theory about the tattoo leading to his heart being about her was correct, that’s what the Force wanted too.

He stared at her image in silence for a moment, lingering on the lips he had touched for only a few life-changing seconds before he had to leave Iridonia. Her hair had been up then, braided and woven through her smooth horns until they all but disappeared. Her hair was down now, parted by her horns and gathered into a single thick plait over her shoulder. He had never seen it this way. Then it hit him that he had never seen her dressed this way either.

“What are you wearing?”

Kisan held her arms out. “A night shirt.”

Hardcase made a quick and uncomfortable inventory of the situation: hair down, night shirt, took too long to answer. It all led to an incontrovertible conclusion.

He was an idiot.

“Oh, skrag. When I heard the comm blackout was over, I didn’t even…what time is it there?”

“It’s about four hours until dawn.”

“Kis, I’m so sorry! I should have checked!” He rubbed at the back of his neck guiltily. “I guess I got too excited when I heard that comms were back up. We’ll talk more another time.”

“Hardcase, it’s okay. I would rather talk to you than sleep!”

“You’re not tired?”

“I was. I might not sleep for a week after everything you’ve told me tonight.”

Hardcase grinned. “Well, if you really do find yourself having any sleepless nights this week, I know someone who wouldn’t mind keeping you company.”

“Oh? Luvari isn’t too busy?”

The grin grew. “I meant me, and you know it.”

Kisan smiled back impishly, and the sight sucked the air from his lungs. He didn’t know why the Force decided to keep him around after the explosion above Umbara or understand the mysterious dreams he had turned into his tattoos, but he knew one thing with ever-increasing certainty—Kisan was the mark over his heart.