#tfa fan fic

[alicefromwhichplanet]

Tfa Elita One/ Blackarachnia: the Gambler

—From SIX

Exactly where to start with? The past seems like a shattered dream frozen behind a hazy glass. Whenever she looks back at it, waves of bitterness and anger flush in, like she’s gonna drown in a fathomless sea of rage and tears.

She became a star as early as the time back in the military prep school. Bots remembered her by her shiny paint job, silvery laughter and unbending determination. What’s more importantly, they remembered her as the winner. She was the best, or at least one of the very best. She stood up first to every challenge the coach proposed. She excelled in every battle, shooting, close-up fight, long-distance fight. She made sure she left them with such an impression: she is perfect, and only perfect she will be. This way, she gathered quite a few worshippers. She enjoyed their admiration and praise, yet she didn’t get too close to any one of them. She didn’t want to break the bubble of that wonderful image of her.

Only she herself knew how that image was earned and what was underneath it. She lived in fear of being found out. She remembered clearly the first time when all teenage bots reaching exploration age were thrown into a battle field, every bot immediately displayed different abilities. But she did not. No close-fight battle skills. No long-distance aiming skills, not even supportive skills like strength, speed or defense. Nothing at all. However, when the second before last bot displayed her skill, Elita One felt a strange power as she stared in eagerness. She went up and displayed the exact same skill as that bot. From then on, she learned that her ability lies in copying other’s abilities.

It wasn’t easy for a proud bot like her to always rely on others. But it was not her say. She started paying attention to that. Every time when they were assigned to a new training group, she made sure she picked the best bot with the strongest ability, get their trust and better make them like her. This way she could borrow their ability when they go to the battle task together. It didn’t end there though, for why stick to one bot if she could learn from more? She remembered clearly the first time when she displayed an amazing performance of her borrowed ability, how bots that used to ignore her looked at her with admiration and even jealousy. She wanted that feeling time and again. And that was when her gambling all began. She made full use of this art of “manage bots”, as she always call it. That is to say, she made use of everything she had—everything, including her strengths and weaknesses. Strengths include her ability, which she secretly detested, and her excellent performance in the training sessions, which she made sure she did the best. Weaknesses are all the things she had and hated: being a minority from Caminus, which means being smaller in size and weaker in strength, talking with a high-pitched voice and so and so. But the average Cybertronian bots with big frames and small brain modules adored her. They saw her as a fragile little being that needed protection. And so be it. She wanted this as her killer weapon. She began stressing her identity whenever she faced a dilemma she could not resolve. Yes, not all bots buy her tricks. But why not use your advantage when you can? She was not afraid of taking risks. Big bulky bot from the other battle group beat her in every way, she wept and said she failed to compete him because she was a femme. The stern-looking coach decided to give her team a punishment, she put on a seductive smile and pleaded him to let them off this time on her account, she was a Caminusian, after all.

Soon enough she discovered another weapon, even more powerful than her identity: relationships. Not all Cybertronians engage in romantic relationships, but some of them have an interest in getting something deeper and more meaningful with an individual. Some also treat having affairs as a pastime. For Elita One, it was all about power dynamics. Risky, exciting, worth trying. She skillfully made use of this power she got, and at the same time protect herself from getting too involved. She flirted with several bots, of different background and personality. She wasn’t picky, just did it to get what she wanted. Soon enough she collected a group of worshippers around her. She smiled and gave them some affectionate touches from time to time, but the truth was that she never liked them. She felt they were mostly not qualified to be her friends. When the officer began naming young bots, her pride and popularity earned her a name she liked very much. “Elita”, for her aspirations to become Elites, or to say her sense of superiority that already made her different from the common, average bots. She added a “One” after it, to show that she was the number one elite in this small shabby school. And she was the only one, in case of someone wanting to follow her steps. That was how she took her prize. She was the queen of every prom, the center of attention, a perfect dream for young bots who desperately wanted to be her followers. And she successfully entered the Autobot Academy, and was shortly enlisted on the Elite Guards training team.

Elita One wasn’t interested in making friends, yet she had many bots calling themselves her friends. Deep down, she only took two bots as her friends. They were two childhood sweethearts that always accompanied her since she was a nobody. Optimus and Sentinel. Both of them had flaws. Sentinel was an overconfident bragging fool, and Optimus a pathetic booknerd obsessed with heroic stories. They followed her around like puppies. Yet they still had their usage to her. She enjoyed the envious look on other bots’ faces when they saw her turning her attention to these two bots at the end of every party. They took the blunt of those bots jealous of her too. Several Cybertronians and some femmes with Caminusian blood never went into her circles. They slanged her behind her back, saying that she was only taking advantage of her admirers before discarding them. They hated her, and they hated Sentinel and Optimus for her too. They called them her watchdogs and fools. Luckily these bots were only a small proportion of losers, who were not happy being overshadowed by her light. She was glad that Sentinel and Optimus were there to defend her whenever she was not ready to face them.

Rumors began to spread that she may pick one of them as her Prince Charming eventually. This caused quite a sensation at school. Some got jealous and started pestering the two bots. Some gossiped over this all the time, and even tried to persuade her which one was better. Elita One denied all the “groundless accusations”, displayed an innocent, righteous anger , saying that she was not ready for a long term relationship now, and that she as a Caminusian, had every right to make friends with all Cybertronians. When the news got heated, Sentienl and Optimus showed very different reactions. Sentinel began to accompany her to every place, taking her arm and proudly showing the curious bots how much honored he felt to be her friend. As for Optimus, the fool wasn't used to the spotlight, and he started hiding away in the library. He was no coward, however. Elita knew the strengths and weaknesses of these two very well. To harness Sentinel, all you need to do is satisfy his ego. For example, give him a chance to show off. It was easy for Elita One, for she surely knew how to pamper a childish soul. Optimus was a little more difficult. The bot was way too serious and boring, and he lacked confidence in himself. However, he had a deadly weakness, that is he loved to be a hero. This way, to control over him you need to ask him for help. And as long as he felt pitiful for you, he would risk all he’s got to help you.

Elita One wasn’t avoiding relationships with these two bots as she claimed to the public. Of course she was not a fool. With years of struggling in all kinds of gives and losses, she had become a professional gambler. Before making such an important decision, she knew she must count the odds. Relationships are like investments. Officially being with someone meant enjoying their company and all they would like to offer. It also meant that she had to sacrifice part of her time, efforts and in the case of these two friends, a large part of her freedom. She could not take the risk of losing them, for they were the only fixed assets she had in terms of friendship. So, despite the public denial, she was actually weighing these two all the time about who she should choose as a boyfriend. And how much should she give to each of them to keep them under her control. Sentinel was easier to keep, and he wasn’t so opposed to having competitors. She could easily lure him into a love rivalry with some other admirers, and letting him win a few times. That would boost his ego greatly and she knew Sentinel would need those challenges to stay committed. Optimus, on the other hand, was more conventional and idealistic about romantic relationships. He would demand an exclusive one-on-one relationship, and would draw back when he felt that she wasn’t serious about him. This brought more challenges. But the reward was also bigger—Optimus was the type that would definitely give his all to a lover of his life. And if possible, he would stick to one bot from start to end. Once settled, he would lay his optics on no one else. But that was not what she wanted for then. What if she wanted more freedom? What if she got bored of him but still wanted to keep him as her pet? That was also the reason why Elita One did not make the move immediately. She waited patiently, pampering both of her preys, waiting for a good chance for her to make one bet and win both.

She behaved like she knew no fears. But deep down Elita One’s spark there was this deepest fear of being discarded herself, like the admirers she left behind when they were no longer useful. This nightmare haunted her day and night, resurfacing time and again. She could only duplicate other bots’ abilities. So what if they decide to leave her one day? How could she live on if all her followers turn their backs on her? At least her two closest friends wouldn’t, for sure. She could only comfort herself this way. Should she avoid betting on high-risk stocks and keep a low profile to keep herself safe? Elita One is not a name she chose randomly. She wouldn’t bear a life without being “the One”. The one bot that catches every bot’s attention, the one bot that does the best in battle training, the one bot, of Caminusian blood, that excels in everything she does. So the bets went on. If she was unfortunate enough to fall into some traps, at least her most devoted friend and potential-suitor Optimus would surely save her, like what he always liked to do, pulling someone out of distress like a superhero.

She never would have thought of what happened that day. The worst nightmare she didn’t even dare to think of became true. She was not only discarded by her most trusted friends, she even heard the always so heroic one saying it loud and clear: it was too late to save her. Anger and hatred swallowed her up like poison in those spiders. What she used to be proud of, her looks, her voice, her group of admirers, were all stripped away from her, like a bad bet that took all her assets to pay. She went bankrupt. But no. She is still a femme. She still got the pitiful look and sad betrayal story she could make use of. She made a bet again and successfully earned herself a spot in the opposing team. She uses her old tricks of seduction again, to make sure she gets what she wanted. And she lurks behind the scene, observing her old friends in a sneer and with burning passion of revenge. She hates Optimus even more compared to Sentinel. Because he was the one she bet on most to get help from in her worst condition. Deep down, she knows he must be tortured now by his noble conscience. And so she follows up his traces, spying from the decepticon informers about his whereabouts and ranks today. She waits for a chance to meet her old friend again, and this time, she will not let him go.

[bensolo-jedi]

I Can Feel You

Pairing: Ben Solo x Rey

Words: 3.4K

Summary/Prompt: This is part 2! Rey and Ben share a force bond that made them closer than anyone else. Leia has a mission to send Rey on, and Ben has his reservations about this mission.

A/N: (Masterlist) (Part 1)Oo two parts in one week, my writers block might actually be gone for a bit :3

“Rey I am not comfortable with you leaving on this mission.” Ben tells me, pacing behind me while I pack the essentials to leave. “You know that I’m right about this, something doesn’t add up. There is absolutely no reason he knows enough basic to say he has a hint, but not what the hint is.” More pacing. Since the meeting with his mother about an hour ago he had repeated the same thing at least three different times.

“Ben.” I say, turning to face him. “I know that you are right, something doesn’t add up. But I get to be the person to find out what is going on. I’ve never gotten an opportunity like this. I can finally contribute something other than assigning other people to go off world.” It’s been about two years since I left D'Qar, the last time being when I went to train with Luke and overheard him telling General Organa how much of a distraction I am to Ben’s training.

“This isn’t how you go about it. Especially with the First Order being involved. Please don’t go, I am begging you.” The fear he’s feeling evident in his voice. He pulls me close to him, and cups my face in his hands. The comfort his touch sends through me almost making me question my decision. But not enough to let the general down.

“I’m sorry, I know that this is going to be hard for you. But I am going on this mission.” I pull myself from his grasp, knowing if I let it go on any longer I’d cave any moment.

“Then don’t expect me to stand by while you do it. I wont do it!” He shouts, turning and punching the wall behind him. A sharp pain shoots through my knuckles, and I hiss holding my hand close to my chest.

Horror takes over his face as he realizes the pain he inflicted on himself was shared with me. “Shit, Rey.” He whispers trying to take my hand to examine.

“It’s fine. It’s just the sensation. But you should probably go to medical and get your hand looked at.” I snap at him. I know he didn’t mean to hurt me, our force bond has grown slowly over the years and lately we have been able to feel certain sensations the other feels if it’s strong enough.

I glance at his hand and see a very obviously broken knuckle, and down to mine. Nothing. “Just go.” I tell him, turning away holding back tears. He didn’t say anything, but his footsteps retreating from our bedroom told me that he did what I’d asked.

The second I heard the door to our quarters open and close behind him I dropped to the ground and started sobbing. I want him to understand so badly that I’ve never earned my place here, but he doesn’t see it the same as I do.

When I fist got to D'Qar I was just the little girl who followed the general’s son around. After my parents died a few years late I became the orphan that wasn’t contributing anything to the Resistance, I was housed with different families over the years but once Ben was granted his own quarters I was allowed to live with him. Still the little girl following him around.

I finally have a job here, and now a mission that will let me truly earn my place here. But he, like always, is so worried something will happen to me that he wants me not to take the opportunity. I have to do this for myself, and for General Organa who has always supported me. I owe it to her, and I owe it to the Resistance.

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My holopad on the bed going off woke me from a nap I hadn’t intended on taking. I jumped up in a panic, not knowing what time it was or if I was late to the launch pad. I check the notification, and see it’s just the details General Organa had promised to send over to me. I took note of the scheduled departure time, and realized I have less than 45 minutes to get the rest of my things packed and get there.

In a rush I throw the last of my essentials into my pack and run to the bathroom to clean myself up before leaving. The crying I had done earlier clearly shown around my eyes, puffy and red. I decide to splash some cold water on my face, and fix my braids as they’d come loose during my nap.

One last glance at the clock in our bedroom told me it was time to leave. I had been hoping Ben would come back before I had to leave, but maybe he meant what he said. Then don’t expect me to stand by while you do it. Part of me really thought he said it in the heat of the moment, but him not coming back in the two hours since he left made me wonder. Surly it couldn’t take two hours to wrap his knuckle?

“I’m sorry.” I whisper, hoping I put enough energy into the worst that he would hear them, wherever he is. I open our door and make my way to the launching pad.

The walk, although a good stretch from our quarters, only took me about ten minutes. I checked my holopad again to see which terminal I was meant to be at, but that’s when I heard Ben’s voice. “Ben?” I call, looking up and making my way to where he was. Of course, standing in terminal A-8 where I’m meant to take off from. “What are you doing here?” I ask, taking in his annoyance with the crew making sure my ship is ready.

“Oh hi.” He mumbles, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “I was just chatting with Derek and Novi here.” He gestures to the two men running over a checklist for my ship. “They’re going to be going with you, figured I’d chat with them while I waited here for you.” His eyes refused to meet mine, but he did take a few small steps closer to me.

“Oh. Okay.” I nod, looking around him smiling at the two men behind him “Hello! I’m Rey!” I had never met these two before, shockingly, so I thought it best to introduce myself before talking with Ben. They both give me a polite nod, and go back to what they had been working on.

“Can we talk, you know, before you leave?” His request actually shocked me a little, when we had talked this morning he made his stance on the mission abundantly clear, he wasn’t okay with it. He must have come to terms, rather quick for him if I’m being honest.

“I’d like that.” I tell him, glancing down at his hand, bacta goo oozing out from the bandages. “I’m glad you got your hand looked at.” I tell him, taking a few steps out of the terminal, hoping Derek and Novi wont overhear the conversation.

“Yeah,” He sighs in defeat “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to lose my temper, I especially didn’t mean for it to hurt you.” He grabs my hand and looks over my knuckles, like there would be any damage done to them.

I laugh softly before pulling my hand from his “It was just for a second, please don’t worry too much about it. I was more upset you didn’t seem to understand where I was coming from.” I admit, now being my turn to avoid eye contact.

“I know. I know that you feel like you have to earn your place here, but Rey I promise you that couldn’t be further from the truth. You belong here, you belong wherever I am. You don’t have to earn anything.” His loving words bring tears to my eyes and I finally glance at him. “Please believe that.”

Unsure what to say I wrap my arms around him, more than anything to feel close to him. “Admiral?” Someone says from behind me. Immediately I pull away from Ben and turn to face Novi, who is looking at me uncomfortably. “We need to leave too keep this terminal on track for the day.”

“I’ll be there in just one second.” I promise, turning back to give Ben a hug before I leave. “I’ll be back tomorrow night, please don’t be too upset with me for going.” I plead, holding myself close to him. Normally I wasn’t a fan of showing affection like this, but this being the first time I’m leaving D'Qar without him I needed the reassurance myself.

“I’m not upset with you. I love you, be safe.” He presses a light kiss to my temple, and smiles lovingly at me. “Please.” I hear his voice in my head, more emotion behind it than he had given outloud.

“I love you too.” I tell him through the force, pulling myself away and heading to the ship.

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Take off had gone off without issue. Derek was piloting and Novi and I kept him company in the cockpit making light conversation. I learned that they’re brothers, both orphaned after their parents had been killed in a raid done by the First Order. They had been found a few days later and brought to D'Qar, and showed promise as pilots.

“How long have you been with the Resistance?” I ask, glancing out the window in front of us, watching at we pass a white and gey looking planet.

“I think it’s been around a year now.” Novi tells me, flipping a few switches. “This is our first mission actually.” He adds, nodding to himself. “What about you?”

“I’ve actually been with them since I was young. About twelve I think. But this is my first mission as well.” I admit, feeling even worst that I’d somehow gone ten years without a mission and these two were on their first mission after a year. “Kinda lame, I know.” I joke, hoping they wont judge me too harshly for skating by this long.

“Yeah but you’ve been training with Ben Solo, haven’t you? You’re a Jedi, no?” Derek asks, taking his eyes off the space in front of him for a moment. He almost sounded impressed, like that excuses my laziness.

I can’t help but laugh “I wouldn’t call myself a Jedi. I can use the force, but that’s about where that comparison ends. I can barely use a lightsaber. I’m nothing like Ben or the rest of his family.” I tell them, thinking back to the few times Ben had tried teaching me to wield a lightsaber. Each time ending in me almost chopping off a limb.

“What’s it like using the force?” Novi asks excitedly, his eyes lighting up. I wonder if that’s what I looked like that first day I met Ben, eyes shining with excitement at the idea of meeting a real Jedi.

I think about his question for a moment, I’d never really put into words what it’s like to use the force, especially since I don’t use it often unless it’s in regards to Ben. “Well, it’s hard to describe.” I tell them giving myself another second to think “But it’s like you can feel the energy of everyone and everything around you. Using it is so much more than that, you can feel yourself moving the energy of what is around you. It’s like the galaxy is at your whim, but it is also exhausting at the same time. At least for me, when I trained with Luke Skywalker for a short time he told me it shouldn’t be like that.” I take a minute to feel the force around me, it’s not the same as my bond with Ben, but it’s a comfort still.

“You trained with the Luke Skywalker?” Novi blurts out, the excitement still clear across his face.

“For a little while, years ago.” I tell him, not wanting to get into why I stopped training. “But I came back to D’Qar to start training under General Organa to become an admiral.” Not the whole truth, but enough that they, hopefully, wont ask most questions about my failed Jedi training.

Novi opened his mouth to ask something, but Derek smacked his arm before anything came out. “Hey!” Novi hisses, rubbing where he’d been hit. “What was that for?” He demanded, glaring at his brother. He was only met with a glare that confused me, not knowing what the slap had been for either. “Oh, sorry Admiral. I shouldn’t be questioning you so much.”

Understanding comes quickly, they’ve clearly herd something about my training. Probably that I gave up and ran away. I’m willing to let them think that, it’s not a total lie either, so I’m fine with that. “I don’t mind the questions, just not something I talk about a lot.” I give a quick, very fake laugh. I truly appreciate Derek in this moment. “Anyway.” I stand up “I’m going to go read over the details of this Kyuzo before we land.” I take a glance at our estimated arrival time and see I only have about an hour.

Neither of them say anything as I walk out of the cockpit and to the bunks where my items were resting. I grab my holopad where the information General Organa had sent this morning was stored and begin looking it over.

Informant name: Mav Drego.

Location: Jakku – Niima Outpost, Karrl’s Tavern

Payment Required: 5,000 Republic Credits.

Information Required for Payment: Location of the First Order base.

I check my bag to make sure I have the credits General Organa had given me, and they were still tucked in the pocked I had left them in. Another glance at the time and I realized we were now only minutes from landing.

Footsteps walking closer to the bunks let me know I was correct, Novi appeared in the doorway with a weary smile. “Derek says we’ll be landing in just a few minutes. Just a heads up.” I smile appreciatively at him, and follow him back to the cockpit.

A tan, almost gray planet was approaching, Jakku. “I don’t know what I was expecting, but that isn’t it.” I admit, I’d never seen a planet with so few colors on the surface.

“Jakku is essentially a massive desert, not much to offer but the junkyards scattered around the planet.” Derek tells me, flipping a switch and pressing a few buttons.

“I can’t imagine living somewhere like this.” I can’t help the disgust filling my tone, while D’Qar isn’t my home world I can’t imagine growing up anywhere else.

About ten minutes later, we’re landing in the outskirts of one of the many junkyards we flew by. The heat was already starting to fill the cabin. “Okay, give me just a few minutes to gather my items and I’ll head out.” I take a hesitant glance at the barren land around us. The only thing I can see other than the town we are near is a massive ship that had clearly crashed there and been left.

“Take you time, we need to refuel and if there is time I was hoping to take a look around the village here.” Derek tells me, nodding to the group of tents and rock buildings.

“You got it.” I call, heading back to my bunk to grab my holopad, and the money for the Kyuzo- Mav. I have to remind myself, I’d need to remember that when speaking to him.

Once I get to the bunks again, I make sure to send Ben a message letting him know that we’ve landed safely and that I’m about to meet Mav.

Just landed, depending on how quick this meeting goes I might even be home before tomorrow night. I love you.

With that I grab my bag and check one more time that I have his money. “I’m off, I’ll be back in no more than a couple hours!” I call to the boys as I make my way down the ramp. I hear them call back letting me know I’d been heard.

As I make my way to the village, I turn on my tracking band that would let Derek and Novi know my location if I got lost or taken. It’s blue light letting me know that it was on and working. Time to get things done.

Jakku is much hotter than I had expected it to be, I’d never been on a planet this warm before. Every step I take I can feel the sand move beneath my feet, cursing it for making my steps uneven. I had to look like a total fool walking up to these people, unable to walk correctly on the uneven ground.

I see a few people looking at me, and feel their curiosity at the human walking amongst them. While walking I couldn’t help but notice I was the only human here, there’s a huge range of other species around me but not a single other human.

I make my way through the paths, looking for the tavern I’m meant to meet Mav at. After about ten minutes of wandering aimlessly, I see a sign written in Kyuzo, Karrl’s Tavern. I walk through the doors and am met with a mostly empty building. I only see one Kyuzo man behind the counter wiping down a dusty counter with a brown rag.

“I’m looking for a man named Mav.” I say to the man behind the counter, making sure to use Kyuzo in case he doesn’t understand basic. He looks up at me and just gestures to the far corner of the bar where another Kyuzo man sat, drinking an odd green liquid. “Thank you.” I tell him, walking across the room to Mav.

“Are you Mav?” I ask once I reach him. He glances up at me, drink still in hand. I’m granted no response, but a simple nod to the seat opposite of him. I take it, and sit patiently waiting for any actual conversation to begin.

“Do you have my credits?” He asks in his native tongue. “Hope you didn’t come all this way without it.” His large yellow eyes locked onto mine.

“I have your money, but you know as well as I do that I can’t give you money until I have the information I came for.” This is a common trick among the informants we deal with, always trying to get their payment before giving anything themselves.

He grunts in agreement, and sets his green drink down. “You’re the girl Organa sent?” He asks, leaning closer to me. His breath reeks of whatever the green drink was, judging by the smell some kind of hooch.

“I am. That’s why I’m here.” I tell him, but something is tugging at my senses. Something is happening right now, something that I can’t quite put my finger on. “Do you have the information for me or no? Should I just leave with the credits I brought for you?” Fight or flight is starting to take over, I can’t help but take a glance around the still empty bar.

“I have your information, girl. What was it you came for again? Information on a base owned by the First Order?” His eyes flicker behind me for a split second, but before I can look for myself I’m met with a sharp pain in the back of my head.

I’m knocked to the floor, and can’t help but groan in pain. I look up at where the hit came from and see three stormtroopers standing there, one with a beating stick pointed right at me. “Take the money and give it to the creature.” His robotic voice directed.

The stormtrooper to his right came closer to me, I tried to crawl backwards on the floor to get away from him, but I’m hit on the ankle making me cry out in pain. The second stormtrooper came closer and grabbed me, reaching into my satchel, ripping it off me in the process.

“You wont get away with this!” I shout, attempting to get away again. That’s when the third stormtrooper stepped forward grabbing me roughly off the ground and kicking my bad ankle so I fall onto my knees.

I feel another crack on my head and I can’t help but cry out in pain. “Shut her up!” The leader of the trio hisses before I start to loose consciousness. I can hear someone calling my name, Ben I think, but I can’t help but fall into a deep sleep.

“Get her on the ship, this is the girl we’ve been looking for.” I hear through the darkness.

[faebriel]

i wish i could watch tfa for the first time again and be filled with hope

[insaneace26]

writing update

i add new chapters to my fics pretty often, so i don’t post ab them much, bc I don’t wanna annoy u guys.

but I’ll probably start updating ab every five chapters

My most popular fic, Broken Together (idk wtf i was thinking about the title this is my formal apology) you can read it on Quotev and Ao3

Another fic in the BT universe is “where’s bee?” Zipper has to watch the Terrans while Bumblebee and Breakdown have “alone time”. (Quotev, Ao3)

Next, i wrote a kinda short (not really even a fic….) on Quotev. It’s a group chat of Bee’s from different universes. Idk when I’ll update it….

Last, and probably least, I wrote this out of boredom, it’s “Starbee works at Dunder Mifflin”. Okay, so, human Starscream and Bee get jobs working for the company in the office. Idk. It’s good for mindless entertainment i guess. I’ll probably still update it tho (Q, A)

[steve-rogers-new-york]

New York in Winter

East 38th Street, 1943. A group efforts to free a truck from deep snow.

Source: Vintage Everyday

[bitegore]

Yeah tfa is like. It's something? I will say that the tfa fandom feels the most like a fandom for any generic kids show, and has the least transformers fandom je ne sais quoi. It's just kind of like stepping into a bizarre mirror world.

Oh yeah thats not really what I mean. When I say lukewarm I mean lukewarm, lmao- i have nothing really against it on the whole but I just don't really find it that interesting either. I liked it as a show. The extended canon isn't that interesting to me, though.

[transingthoseformers]

So I'm reading The Silver Lining, and omg!!! The art is so cute??? I always love this style of tfa art (looks like i recognizedit as Pastel's work correctly!!!) , Rumble and Frenzy are cute as hell, vijcjcgxi just aww

[metamercury]

Hang on I was gonna put this in the tags, but I have contributing thoughts that are a bit larger:

This is a long post, but I thought it was an interesting read that gives a take that I feel many fandom creators share. So it's worth reading for that perspective at the very least.

For me personally though, I don't believe these problems are solved at all by locking fics on Ao3. It's not going to do much to stop the people who want to take it and disseminate it to the masses, as it only takes one "fan" to pass your work onto all the tourists.

But whether or not you can meaningfully stop theft isn't my main comment.

I think what locking fic on Ao3 in particular is more likely to do however is dissuade curious onlookers from actually getting more involved in the fandom (as a dedicated lurker or otherwise). This is specifically because when you're logged out of Ao3, it doesn't show you locked fics as things that exists but you can't access. Instead, ao3 it doesn't show you the locked fics at all. They don't exist. If everyone locks their fic, a curious onlooker trying to see if anything has been written for a show/movie/game they love will look on Ao3 and find.... that there's no community there at all. They would find nothing.

If it were a situation where it showed you the locked fics and then hit you with a "log in to continue" page if you tried to read it, then this wouldn't be so much of an issue. But because Ao3 hides locked fics from you completely if you're not logged in, I think it really is a detriment to new fans. These new fans can't even see that there's a barrier or a gate that they need to cross to get involved in fandom, they just see that nothing exists. And if nothing exists, then they're likely to move on and find something new to get interested in. Who is supposed to tell them that the community exists if only they knew the magic word?

I get why people choose to lock their fics, and I don't think anyone is wrong in making that choice for themselves. But I also think that it is overall a detriment to fandom spaces. Communities need to have ways of bringing new people in, and I worry that we'd miss a lot of great writers and readers this way.

Fandom can do a little gatekeeping. As a treat.

So I finally decided to archive-lock my fics on AO3 last night. I’ve been considering it since the AI scrape last year, but the tipping point was this whole lore.fm debacle, coupled with some thoughts I’ve been thinking regarding Fandom These Days in general and Fandom As A Community in particular. So I wanna explain why I waited so long, why I locked my stuff up now, and why I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m a-okay with making it harder for people to see my stories.

Lurkers really are great, tho

I’m a chronic lurker, and have been since I started hanging out on the internet as a teen in the 00s. These days it’s just cuz I don’t feel a need to socialize very often, but back then it was because I was shy and knew I was socially awkward. Even if I made an account, I’d spend months lurking on message boards or forums or Livejournals, watching other people interact and getting a feel for that particular community’s culture and etiquette before I finally started interacting myself. And y’know, that approach saved me a lot of embarrassment. Over the course of my lurking on any site, there was always some other person who’d clearly joined up five minutes after learning the place existed, barged in without a care for their behavior, and committed so many social faux pas that all the other users were immediately annoyed with them at best. I learned a lot observing those incidents. Lurk More is Rule 33 of the internet for very good reason.

Lurking isn’t bad or weird or creepy. It’s perfectly normal. I love lurking. It’s hard for me to not lurk - socializing takes a lot of energy out of me, even via text. (Heck it took 12 hours for me to write this post, I wish I was kidding--) Occasionally I’ll manage longer bouts of interaction - a few weeks posting here, almost a year chatting in a discord there - but I’m always gonna end up going radio silent for months at some point. I used to feel bad about it, but I’ve long since made peace with the fact that it’s just the way my brain works. I’m a chronic lurker, and in the long term nothing is going to change that.

The thing with being a chronic lurker is that you have to accept that you are not actually seen as part of the community you are lurking in. That’s not to say that lurkers are unimportant - lurkers actually are important, and they make up a large proportion of any online community - but it’s simple cause and effect. You may think of it as “your community”, but if you’ve never said a word, how is the community supposed to know you exist? If I lurked on someone’s LJ, and then that person suddenly friendslocked their blog, I knew that I had two choices: Either accept that I would never be able to read their posts again, or reach out to them and ask if I could be added to their friends list with the full understanding that I was a rando they might not decide to trust. I usually went with the first option, because my invisibility as a lurker was more important to me than talking to strangers on the internet.

Lurking is like sitting on a park bench, quietly people-watching and eavesdropping on the conversations other people are having around you. You’re in the park, but you’re not actively participating in anything happening there. You can see and hear things that you become very interested in! But if you don’t introduce yourself and become part of the conversation, you won’t be able to keep listening to it when those people walk away. When fandom migrated away from Livejournal, people moved to new platforms alongside their friends, but lurkers were often left behind. No one knew they existed, so they weren’t told where everyone else was going. To be seen as part of a fandom community, you need to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known, etc. etc.

There’s nothing wrong with lurking. There can actually be benefits to lurking, both for the lurkers and the communities they lurk in. It’s just another way to be in a fandom. But if that is how you exist in fandom--and remember, I say this as someone who often does exist that way in fandom--you need to remember that you’re on the outside looking in, and the curtains can always close.

I’ve always been super sympathetic to lurkers, because I am one. I know there’s a lot of people like me who just don’t socialize often. I know there’s plenty of reasons why someone might not make an account on the internet - maybe they’re nervous, maybe they’re young and their parents don’t allow them to, maybe they’re in a bad situation where someone is monitoring their activity, maybe they can only access the internet from public computer terminals. Heck, I’ve never even logged into AO3 on my phone--if I’m away from my computer I just read what’s publicly available. 

I know I have people lurking on my fics. I know my fics probably mean a lot to someone I don’t even know exists. I know this because there are plenty of fics I love whose writers don’t know I exist.

I love my commenters personally; I love my lurkers as an abstract concept. I know they’re there and I wish them well, and if they ever de-lurk I love them all the more.

So up until last year I never considered archive-locking my fic, because I get it. The AI scraping was upsetting, but I still hesitated because I was thinking of lurkers and guests and remembering what it felt like to be 15 and wondering if it’d be worth letting a stranger on the internet know I existed and asking to be added to their friends list just so I could reread a funny post they made once.

But the internet has changed a lot since the 00s, and fandom has changed with it. I’ve read some things and been doing some thinking about fandom-as-community over the last few years, and reading through the lore.fm drama made me decide that it’s time for me to set some boundaries.

I still love my lurkers, and I feel bad about leaving any guest commenters behind, especially if they’re in a situation where they can’t make an account for some reason. But from here on out, even my lurkers are going to have to do the bare minimum to read my fics--make an AO3 account.

Should we gatekeep fandom?

I’ve seen a few people ask this question, usually rhetorically, sometimes as a joke, always with a bit of seriousness. And I think…yeah, maybe we should. Except wait, no, not like that--

A decade ago, when people talked about fandom gatekeeping and why it was bad to do, it intersected with a lot of other things, mainly feminism and classism. The prevalent image of fandom gatekeeping was, like, a man learning that a woman likes Star Wars and haughtily demanding, “Oh, yeah? Well if you’re REALLY a fan, name ten EU novels” to belittle and dismiss her, expecting that a “real fan” would have the money and time to be familiar with the EU, and ignoring the fact that male movie-only fans were still considered fans. The thing being gatekept was the very definition of “being a fan” and people’s right to describe themselves as one.

That’s not what I mean when I say maybe fandom should gatekeep more. Anyone can call themselves a fan if they like something, that’s fine. But when it comes to the ability to enjoy the fanworks produced by the fandom community…that might be something worth gatekeeping.

See, back in the 00s, it was perfectly common for people to just…not go on the internet. Surfing the web was a thing, but it was just, like, a fun pastime. Not everyone did it. It wasn’t until the rise of social media that going online became a thing everyone and their grandmother did every day. Back then, going on the internet was just…a hobby.

So one of the first gates online fandom ever had was the simple fact that the entire world wasn’t here yet.

The entire world is here now. That gate has been demolished.

And it’s a lot easier to find us now. Even scattered across platforms, fandom is so centralized these days. It isn’t a network of dedicated webshrines and forums that you can only find via webrings anymore, it’s right there on all the big social media sites. AO3 didn’t set out to be the main fanfic website, but that’s definitely what it’s become. It’s easy for people to find us--and that includes people who don’t care about the community, and just want “content.”

Transformative fandom doesn’t like it when people see our fanworks as “content”. “Content” is a pretty broad term, but when fandom uses it we’re usually referring to creative works that are churned out by content creators to be consumed by an audience as quickly as possible as often as possible so that the content creator can generate revenue. This not-so-new normal has caused a massive shift in how people who are new to fandom view fanworks--instead of seeing fic or art as something a fellow fan made and shared with you, they see fanworks as products to be consumed.

Transformative fandom has, in general, always been a gift economy. We put time and effort into creating fanworks that we share with our fellow fans for free. We do this so we don’t get sued, but fandom as a whole actually gets a lot out of the gift economy. Offer your community a story, and in return you can get comments, build friendships, or inspire other people to write things that you might want to read. Readers are given the gift of free stories to read and enjoy, and while lurking is fine, they have the choice to engage with the writer and other readers by leaving comments or making reclists to help build the community.

And look, don’t get me wrong. People have never engaged with fanfic as much as fan writers wish they would. There has always been “no one comments anymore” wank. There have always been people who only comment to say “MORE!” or otherwise demand or guilt trip writers into posting the next chapter. But fandom has always agreed that those commenters are rude and annoying, and as those commenters navigate fandom they have the chance to learn proper community etiquette.

However, now it seems that a lot of the people who are consuming fanworks aren’t actually in the community. 

I won’t say “they aren’t real fans” because that’s silly; there’s lots of ways to be a fan. But there seem to be a lot of fans now who have no interest in fandom as a community, or in adhering to community etiquette, or in respecting the gift economy. They consume our fics, but they don’t appreciate fan labor. They want our “content”, but they don’t respect our control over our creations.

And even worse--they see us as a resource. We share our work for free, as a gift, but all they see is an open-source content farm waiting to be tapped into. We shared it for free, so clearly they can do whatever they want with it. Why should we care if they feed our work into AI training datasets, or copy/paste our unfinished stories into ChatGPT to get an ending, or charge people for an unnecessary third-party AO3 app, or sell fanbindings on etsy for a profit without the author’s permission, or turn our stories into poor imitations of podfics to be posted on other platforms without giving us credit or asking our consent, while also using it to lure in people they can datascrape for their Forbes 30 Under 30 company? 

And sure, people have been doing shady things with other people’s fanworks since forever. Art theft and reposting has always been a big problem. Fanfic is harder to flat-out repost, but I’ve heard of unauthorized fic translations getting posted without crediting the original author. Once in…I think the 2010s? I read a post by a woman who had gone to some sort of local bookselling event, only to find that the man selling “his” novel had actually self-published her fanfic. (Wish I could find that one again, I don’t even remember where I read it.)

But aside from that third example, the thing is…as awful as fanart/writing theft is, back in the day, the main thing a thief would gain from it was clout. Clout that should rightfully go to the creators who gifted their work in the first place, yeah, but still. Just clout. People will do a lot of hurtful things for clout, but fandom clout means nothing outside of fandom. Fandom clout is not enough to incentivize the sort of wide-scale pillaging we’re seeing from community outsiders today.

Money, on the other hand… Well, fandom’s just a giant, untapped content farm, isn’t it? Think of how much revenue all that content could generate.

Lurkers are a normal and even beneficial part of any online community. Maybe one day they’ll de-lurk and easily slide into place beside their fellow fans because they already know the etiquette. Maybe they’re active in another community, and they can spread information from the community they lurk in to the community they’re active in. At the very least, they silently observe, and even if they’re not active community members, they understand the community.

Fans who see fanworks as “content” don’t belong in the same category as lurkers. They’re tourists. 

While reading through the initial Reddit thread on the lore.fm situation, I found this comment:

[ID: Reddit User Cabbitowo says: ... So in anime fandoms we have a word called tourist and essentially it means a fan of a few anime and doesn't care about anime tropes and actively criticizes them. This is kind of how fandoms on tiktok feel. They're touring fanfics and fanart and actively criticizes tropes that have been in the fandom since the 60s. They want to be in a fandom but they don't want to engage in fandom 

OP totallymandy responds: Just entered back into Reddit after a long day to see this most recent reply. And as a fellow anime fan this making me laugh so much since it’s true! But it sorta hurts too when the reality sets in. Modern fandom is so entitled and bratty and you’d think it’s the minors only but that’s not even true, my age-mates and older seem to be like that. They want to eat their cake and complain all whilst bringing nothing to the potluck… :/ END ID]

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“Tourist” is an apt name for this sort of fan. They don’t want to be part of our community, and they don’t have to be in order to come into our spaces and consume our work. Even if they don’t steal our work themselves, they feel so entitled to it that they’re fine with ignoring our wishes and letting other people take it to make AI “podfics” for them to listen to (there are a lot of comments on lore.fm’s shutdown announcement video from people telling them to just ignore the writers and do it anyway). They’ll use AI to generate an ending to an unfinished fic because they don’t care about seeing “the ending this writer would have given to the story they were telling”, they just want “an ending”. For these tourist fans, the ends justify the means, and their end goal is content for them to consume, with no care for the community that created it for them in the first place.

I don’t think this is confined to a specific age group. This isn’t “13-year-olds on Wattpad” or “Zoomers on TikTok” or whatever pointless generation war we’re in now. This is coming from people who are new to fandom, whose main experience with creative works on the internet is this new content culture and who don’t understand fandom as a community. That description can be true of someone from any age group.

It’s so easy to find fandom these days. It is, in fact, too easy. Newcomers face no hurdles or challenges that would encourage them to lurk and observe a bit before engaging, and it’s easy for people who would otherwise move on and leave us alone to start making trouble. From tourist fans to content entrepreneurs to random people who just want to gawk, it’s so easy for people who don’t care about the fandom community to reap all of its fruits. 

So when I say maybe fandom should start gatekeeping a bit, I’m referring to the fact that we barely even have a gate anymore. Everyone is on the internet now; the entire world can find us, and they don’t need to bother learning community etiquette when they do. Before, we were protected by the fact that fandom was considered weird and most people didn’t look at it twice. Now, fandom is pretty mainstream. People who never would’ve bothered with it before are now comfortable strolling in like they own the place. They have no regard for the fandom community, they don’t understand it, and they don’t want to. They want to treat it just like the rest of the content they consume online.

And then they’re surprised when those of us who understand fandom culture get upset. Fanworks have existed far longer than the algorithmic internet’s content. Fanworks existed long before the internet. We’ve lived like this for ages and we like it.

So if someone can’t be bothered to respect fandom as a community, I don’t see why I should give them easy access to my fics.

Think of it like a garden gate

When I interact with commenters on my fic, I have this sense of hospitality.

The comment section is my front porch. The fic is my garden. I created my garden because I really wanted to, and I’m proud of it, and I’m happy to share it with other people. 

Lots of people enjoy looking at my garden. Many walk through without saying anything. Some stop to leave kudos. Some recommend my garden to their friends. And some people take the time to stop by my front porch and let me know what a beautiful garden it is and how much they’ve enjoyed it. 

Any fic writer can tell you that getting comments is an incredible feeling. I always try to answer all my comments. I don’t always manage it, but my fics’ comment sections are the one place that I manage to consistently socialize in fandom. When I respond to a comment, it feels like I’m pouring out a glass of lemonade to share with this lovely commenter on my front porch, a thank you for their thank you. We take a moment to admire my garden together, and then I see them out. The next time they drop by, I recognize them and am happy to pour another glass of lemonade.

My garden has always been open and easy to access. No fences, no walls. You just have to know where to find it. Fandom in general was once protected by its own obscurity, an out-of-the-way town that showed up on maps but was usually ignored.

But now there’s a highway that makes it easy to get to, and we have all these out-of-towner tourists coming in to gawk and steal our lawn ornaments and wonder if they can use the place to make themselves some money.

I don’t care to have those types trampling over my garden and eating all my vegetables and digging up my flowers to repot and sell, so I’ve put up a wall. It has a gate that visitors can get through if they just take the time to open it.

Admittedly, it’s a small obstacle. But when I share my fics, I share them as a gift with my fellow fans, the ones who understand that fandom is a community, even if they’re lurkers. As for tourist fans and entrepreneurs who see fic as content, who have no qualms ignoring the writer’s wishes, who refuse to respect or understand the fandom community…well, they’re not the people I mean to share my fic with, so I have no issues locking them out. If they want access to my stories, they’ll have to do the bare minimum to become a community member and join the AO3 invite queue.

And y’know, I’ve said a lot about fandom and community here, and I just want to say, I hope it’s not intimidating. When I was younger, talk about The Fandom Community made me feel insecure, and I didn’t think I’d ever manage to be active enough in fandom spaces to be counted as A Member Of The Community. But you don’t have to be a social butterfly to participate in fandom. I’ll always and forever be a chronic lurker, I reblog more than I post, I rarely manage to comment on fic, and I go radio silent for months at a time--but I write and post fanfiction. That’s my contribution.

Do you write, draw, vid, gif, or otherwise create? Congrats, you're a community member.

Do you leave comments? Congrats, you're a community member.

Do you curate reclists? Congrats, you're a community member.

Do you maintain a fandom blog or fuckyeah blog? Congrats, you're a community member.

Do you provide a space for other fans to convene in? Congrats, you're a community member.

Do you regularly send asks (off anon so people know who you are)? Congrats, you're a community member.

Do you have fandom friends who you interact with? Congrats, you're a community member.

There’s lots of ways to be a fan. Just make sure to respect and appreciate your fellow fans and the work they put in for you to enjoy and the gift economy fandom culture that keeps this community going.

[megatronsimp]

Chapter 2? Chapter 2!

Thanks to @taratard for helping me with some bits. Don’t worry, Ratchet being, “aw hell naw!” With Brainstorm is coming 😜

[pinkanonwrites]

TFA Jet Twins/Reader longpost!

I have SO MANY thoughts about the reader and the Jet Twins, and many many magnificent treats that my dear friend @archie-sunshine has drawn at my behest (begging). These are all pertaining to the Liason Reader in my fic Washrack Academy.

THIS IS NOT ART/FIC SHIPPING THE JET TWINS TOGETHER.

I can't make that more clear. They just both like the same reader and sometimes a gal just wants to be in a big bot sandwich, okay? If you've got some sort of grievance to air about that do it in MY ASKBOX instead of Archie's. He drew all these at my behest so don't go pitching a fit at him for sating my dark passenger.

ANYWAY NSFW ART AND WRITING BELOW THE CUT!

OKAY SO In my head both the twins are turbo-virgins. Neither of them got much chance to interface when they were construction drones and now even though they have a lot of fan-bots Sentinel keeps them on too tight a leash to go around slammin' and jammin'. So there's multiple levels of curiosity the more they learn about humans vis-à-vis the human reader.

Jetfire is a lot more infatuated with the reader than his brother is. Jetstorm is just curious about humans, but Jetfire has a burgeoning crush. It's hell for him because either him or Jetstorm have to accompany the liason to the washracks to make sure no bots on base are putting them in danger when they're at their most vulnerable.

He's... handling it. Sort of.

No worries, Jetfire. You'll get there.~

Jetstorm on the other hand is really curious about interfacing with a human, not because he has any feelings for the reader (at first), but because he wants to be the first Cybertronian to interface with a human for clout. Jokes on him though because human pussy hits stupendously different and he gets infatuated about it.

Also sidebar but I have an HC that skinny bots like the twins and Jazz who don't have any plating around their torsos/waists have metal mesh bodies for flexibility. Downside is if your wires get crossed your internal interface panel will retract without retracting the external metal mesh and you get a little jumpsuit boner. For my amusement.

Last but not least here's a few delicious pieces of all of them together. Jetfire is a bit more shy, Jetstorm is way more bold, but humans are tight and wet and crazy soft and they both get pussy drunk REALLY easily. Once they get a taste they can't get enough, skulking around the base like a pair of un-neutered cats looking for their liason beau.

That's all for now! A NSFW sequel to Washrack Academy is on the horzion, I promise you. So my fellow Jet Twins enjoyers, keep an eye out! (Also LMK if you need captions for any of these pics, the lettering got compressed a bit so it may be harder to read.)

[bloominglegumes]

I recently read "The Echo Garden" through seeing the fanart you'd reblogged earlier this week. Do you have any other TF fics you could recommend or are endeared to? Any iteration, any ships, no matter how obscure. I am superior ᕕ(⌐■_■)ᕗ ♪♬

oo okok i've got way too many fics bookmarked,, here are some that are relatively short but sweet and very dear in my heart <3

(all of these are from ao3, some of them require u to be logged in to read <(_ _")> )

(Peace)Time Constraints by Insecuriosity - really fun, shockwave and first aid bonding over being weird little freaks is a dynamic i didn't know i was craving but i'm now convinced of its value

Wireless Connections by stormandstarlight - miko being miko is truly a force to be reckoned with,, soundwave and ratchet are both going thru it and this fic feels so much like the trajectory of a typical episode i love it

Intelligence, or vision, or the truth by Sroloc_Elbisivni - seriously one of the coolest humanformers fic i've read! focuses on hilarious+doomed megop but the worldbuilding of this story goes so hard as well (if you enjoy this author's style, i also highly recommend their Spontaneous Earth pieces!! such fascinating juicy ideas abt alien culture,,,,love it)

Belonging by MeinongsJungleBook - idw bumblebee/starscream/windblade happy end fic,, so so fluffy and sweet,, heals my heart

Connect The Systems, Start The Music by Spector_Author - super cute, fun confession story that i'm including here in order to push the jazterwave agenda,, theyre so silly and slightly dumb and they mean everything to me

Drifting Together by NyonSuperstar - dratchet road trip banter my beloved,, domestic life, close quarters, directionless bickering,, its like the laundry and taxes

An Abstract on Collaboration by Decepticonsensual - two old doctors just being friends <3 devoting your life to healing and helping people in spite of everything,,, having a friend who understands you,,,aghg i love them ;-;;

(physician, heal thyself) by absolute_minimum - ambulon and whirl is another dynamic i didn't expect to become a fan of,, idk how to explain it exactly but the vibes are impeccable and the dialogue is so delightful so ,,give it a read :)

Sari's Mom Has Got It Goin' On by IvyCorp - one of those fics with a premise that feels borderline insane but when you get invested in it you REALLY get invested in it,,, tfa megatron best mom fr

[ghostingcrows]

PLEASE say more about the history of the jzzprwl ship cause I did not know it was a crack ship to begin with and would love to know more/if you could link me to where I could read more about it, I would appreciate it ^^

Okay I can't find the exact post I'm looking for where I first read about this because it

Like genuinely has been years since I saw it

But from what I heard like a long time ago

As in literal decades

Someone made a Jazz/Prowl fic for fun as a crackship and it just kinda stuck

The fandom latched on and people absolutely loved it and as a consequence TF writers have noticed the fan perception and and started writing them to be just generally engaging with each other more

Hence IDW and TFA's adaptation of them (which are the main adaptations people tend to ship them in)

Like quite literally the reason they're so popular is someone made a crackship fic of them and people loved it

Thats how it started and it just exploded to the point its one of if not the most popular ships in the fandom with the only one that really rivals it being megop which is the two MAIN guys who have constant beef with each other

Megop gets almost outclassed by the gay fuckers who literally almost never engaged in G1 lmao

[gffa]

I gotta say, watching the reaction to these first two episodes of Acolyte...I wasn't that online to witness the backlash to TFA and TLJ when they first dropped, but looking at the one now, it's just pathetic. This fandom can't handle a goddamn thing and it's saddening.

LMAO at this point you know what? I'm sick of the Discourse about stuff that's subjective preferences and I'm sick of the Discourse about Discourse about stuff that's subjective preferences. I completely agree that there are large swathes of fandom that just cannot handle anything--from canon or from other fans--and this is about subjective preference stuff, not about actual issues--and the best antidote for that is to start talking about the things we do want to see in the fandom! For example: How many of you read some of The High Republic in preparation for this show? It's not necessary, you won't really gain much if you're familiar with the novels/comics, other than a few moments of HEY I KNOW THAT THING!!, but I'm curious if it got people motivated. What do you think of the books? Do you guys have a Blorbo? Or if you're watching The Acolyte, did you develop a Blorbo there? (I am so into Sol and Osha, though, the Jecki & Yord Adventures for a full episode would be AMAZING, please let them interact more, they're so great.) Or if you're still a prequels bitch like I am, have you read/watched anything there lately? Read any fics you liked lately? Seen any cool art? Read some thoughtful meta? Had a thought you're itching to share about the SW themes? This is the kind of discussion I want to see, COME JOIN ME, YOU GUYS.

[sphnyspinspin]

I was looking through my art stuff and I found my old Hazformer redesigns for @blitzy-blitzwing and their Becoming A Demon TFA-Hazbin Hotel crossover fic. I was too shy to post them but here I am. These were pure self indulgence and I just am a HUMONGOUS fan of this fic OMG.

[unafearless]

I really miss the days before The Rise of Skywalker. Back when 'The Force Awakens' was released the Kylux fandom was born. We were thrilled about our "space husbands," and the community was buzzing with creativity—fanfictions were being penned down, fan art was flourishing, and there was so much inspiration around. I truly enjoyed that time. I'm still glad and proud to be part of this fandom, which I believe is among the most resilient ones. It's here to stay.

However, when I attempted to incorporate 'The Rise of Skywalker' into my fanfiction—before hitting a creative slump—I also aimed to create 'fix-it' fics. Sadly, it just didn't resonate with me. That's why I've decided to stick with classic Kylux. Whether it's set before or during TFA or TLJ, or even if it's AUs or adjacent stories, I'll explore whatever sparks my creativity.

One thing is for sure: I am a dedicated Kylux fan, Kylux is my OTP since 2015!! So expect nothing but classic Kylux from me, in every form imaginable for as long as I am able to write fanfiction.

[cometchasinglove]

Welcome! I’m Mousey! Or Comet! ☄️🐭

(Art by @/lillinapoc)

I’m an adult, female self-shipper who’s eagerly sharing content through writing and more!

Writing Commissions

DISCLAIMER: All the art that I post are not made by me! I give credits and links to the artists in the captions of the post!

Ship Tags

TFP - Starscream x Juniper: #🐭 scared of the dark 🕊️

TFA - Starscream x Willa: #✨ seeing stars 💫

TFE - Starscream x Piper: #✈️ unpack your heart 🪶

TFA - Prowl x Terra: #🌹someone to you 🍃

TFIDW - Whirl x Helen: #🐰 tbd 🚁

PatB - Pinky and Brain x Maisy: #🐁 kaleidoscope 🌎

BLoSC - NOS-4-A2 x Aster: #🌕 tainted love ⚡️

BLoSC - XR x Aster: #🤖 digital affection ☄️

TFRB - Heatwave x Billie: #☀️ tbd 💢

TF One - Starscream x Penny: 🌌 resonance 🌃

TFIDW - Starscream x Selene: tbd

TF Armada - Starscream x Celeste: 🌻 bloom ⭐️

G1 - Starscream x Melanie:

AU Ship Tags

TFRiD15 - Starscream x Juniper: #💔 silence ❤️‍🩹

Merformers! TFP - Starscream x Juniper #⚓️ tbd 🏝️

Mermaid! TFP - Juniper x (Skylar): #🌊 tbd 🐟

Dino! TFP - Predaking + Juniper + Starscream: #🦖 ends of the earth 🌺

Vampire! TFP Starscream (Skylar) x Juniper: #🦇 fly for your life 🩸

Dragon! Armada Starscream x Celeste:

Fics

Heartbeats and Sparkbeats (TFP Starscream/Juniper)

Solace (TFP Starscream/Juniper)

Surfboards (TFP Merformers! Starscream/Juniper)

Winter Fluff (TFP Starscream/Juniper

Overworked Smooches (Pinky/Maisy/Brain)

Wipeout (RiD15 Starscream/Juniper)

Catwalks (TFE Starscream/Piper)

Drunk Songbird (TFP Starscream/Juniper)

Starscream’s “Biggest” Fan (TFE Starscream/Piper)

Fics for Pals

Seeking Warmth (TFP Starscream/Polaris)

Baby Steps (TFP Bumblebee/Mea)

Ocean Wonders (TFP Ratchet/Kaiju)

The Sky's the Limit (TFP Starscream)

Midnight Sparks (TFP Ratchet/Cori)

Melodies (TFP Megatron)