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[omaano]

"The moon started to rise, turning the tide, and when the first little flicker of light floated through the tunnel, Wrecker nearly missed it. But soon more were following, the dark water lit by flashes of blue, green, and purple as more and more jellyfish entered the cave."

I'm not going to quote more of this scene, because Vatukka really has a masterful way with words and I think you should check it out for yourselves in just you and me far beyond the sea (and specifically chapter 24 for this one) and share some love with the author! It's definitely one of my most favourite things that came out of mermay this year, so I was so so SO happy that I was commissioned for this piece by @valkeakuulas Thanks so much for working with me to make this illustration! 💜

[gaogaigar-the-king]

Happy Early Birthday, My Dear Friend!

I know the last year was rather rough on you, so I hope this message from your favorite Clone Captain brightens your day. 💙

Artist: The talented @omaano (their Tumblr) 

AAAHHHHH HE’S BEAUTIFUL I LOVE IT I LOVE HIM

My day is definitely brightened, thank you Kuulas, so so much. I can’t believe how much the last year tried to compete with 2021 for the recent Personally Most Absolutely Awful Year and came damn close. BUT! Made it to the end and that is something to be proud of.

[petrifiedforests]

🍄🥐🍦☁️

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Oh my head is empty.

Okay, since all I've written lately is cohawk (though I have a plot bunny for a hug WB prompt :D): If Wooley hadn't made the first step, there would be no relationship between Cody and Wooley since Cody is far too aware of the ranks between them and the power imbalance.

Wooley does not care one bit.

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 

Flaming Elmo will always delight me.

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate

Hate is such a strong word

Anakin Skywalker

has an interesting backstory

can be funny

is good looking

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

So. I used to have a Harry Potter username. And then JK went off the deep and I decided that I'd rather not be associated with the terfdom, no matter how much I loved the books as a kid.

I wanted to keep the flow of the name but I learned from my mistakes and did not choose a fandom specific one.

PetrificusTotaluss -> PetrifiedForests

Game and Questions HERE

[firewoodwander]

Here, have a sentence in return! :D

Of all the souls in the galaxy, it just had to be HIM.

Cody stares down at the helmet, his brother’s face, hand delivered by Thire with a grave expression and no platitudes on his lips. There aren’t any words in existence that could change what’s already been done—what would be the point.

Bly is still out there, somewhere, commanding his way through the turmoil; Gree is already dead—beheaded, which is different but similar enough that the thought stings like a knife wound; and Rex…

Cody’s paint is grey, grey and impersonal, and the Coruscant Red washes it out like blood on snow as what was once Fox’s visor stares vacantly back at him.

The galaxy turns on as though nothing has changed.

[sharky857]

fic author Never Have I Ever:

For 'there was only one bed' trope ;D

Believe it or not, you unlocked an oldass memory here.

Yes, I wrote one (1) fic with this trope. Just, back then I didn't even know it was a trope. Also: it has never been uplaoded anywhere, because it was some kind of silly fic just for shish & giggles with canons characters and me + friend as self-inserts.

I still remember the bit with the specific trope, though. I'm not gonna use mine nor friend's names, btw. Back then we used to do so because those were like "private fics" we would exchange over MSN Messenger (yes, that's how ancient the unlocked memory is, gsdhjksdfh).

Also, fair warning: back in those ancient times, me and friend were extremely neck deep into the obscure rabbit hole known as "Spirou et Fantasio". 🙈

That being said, that bit of fic went on like this:

The four friends stepped in the hotel room they had booked for their stay. There was a bunk bed and a double bed. "Top bed's mine!" R. exclaimed as she sprang to claim her possession.

"Well, guess the bottom one's mine." G. shrugged lightly. She didn't really mind which bed she would've slept on, as long as it was comfortable.

This left Spirou and Fantasio with only one option. As soon as realisation struck them, the latter paled.

"D-Does anyone want to trade, by any chance?" Fantasio tried to negotiate.

"No way!" R. pouted, clutching the mattress of her just-claimed bed like a gremlin.

G. merely shook her head in a negative response.

Spirou placed a hand on his friend's shoulder, before he could even try and protest.

"Well, can't really blame them." The redhead said. "Sharing a bed with someone we barely know would be even more awkward."

"Why can't they just trade beds altogether, then? We could get the bunks and they could keep the double."

"I'm not giving up my beloved bunk bed!" R. shook her head again. "I can sleep only on elevated places, you know."

Fantasio turned to cast a glare at R.

"So must I suppose that all the beds on your house are of the bunk type?" He scoffed.

"They might be." The woman hummed.

The other was about to snap back, when he felt the gentle hand on his shoulder clenching the grip likewise gently. Fantasio just turned to cast a glare at his best friend, who shook his head ever so slightly.

Even though he was trying to not let it on, even Spirou was quite uncomfortable with that situation. Still, he saw no point in arguing with the other two over a mere bed. Sharing a bed wouldn't have been the end of the world, not to mention it would've been only for that single night.

Fantasio got the silent message. "i suppose we don't really have much choice, huh?" He snorted. "Just... try not to trash around much."

"Will do." The other smiled sheepishly.

[gaogaigar-the-king]

Ohhh they're so soft and happy I love this aaaaa

16. Laughing while kissing with Wolffe/Plo?

This came out really soft and I'm so glad that you gave me one of my favorite ships to write about. <3

16. Laughing while kissing + Wolffe/Plo

Wolffe reared his head back with a small grimace, his nose all scrunched up.

The clicks that were Plo's way of expressing amusement echoed within the mask as the Kel Dor straightened himself. "Are you alright, my Wolffe?" Plo asked, amused.

"Not my brightest moment," he admitted ruefully, reaching up to rub the slightly smarting nose.

What had meant to be a nice Kelbade kiss had ended up with Wolffe smacking his nose right in front of Plo's anti-ox mask because, in his eagerness, Wolffe hadn't waited for Plo to bow down enough.

"If I'm lucky it will not scar," Wolffe added with a wry grin, enjoying how Plo click-laughed more.

"Should I kiss it better then?" the Jedi suggested, bringing his hand to gently cup the back of Wolffe's head. One of his claws started to scratch the short hair, making Wolffe shiver a little.

"Is that some kind of Force healing treatment?" Wolffe asked, teasing.

Plo nodded with as much gravitas as a Jedi Master of his caliber could (Wolffe had to bite his lip as another tremble ran down his spine, leaving a tingling trace behind as it went). "One of the most powerful ones, actually," he replied, mock-serious. "It never fails, according to the younglings."

"Then who am I to disagree with them?" Wolffe mused and let Plo tilt his head back slightly.

"A wise decision, Commander. Now, hold still," Plo told and carefully pressed the cool metal of his mask against Wolffe's nose. "Mwah."

"Did you just - ? Oh Force, you absolutely did!" Wolffe exclaimed, amazed and absolutely delighted. He couldn't help but start cackling at the bizarreness of having Plo Koon, a kriffing Jedi High Councilor to make an actual kissy noise.

"It is a very important part of the treatment, my Wolffe," Plo explained, once never once letting go of the mask of aloof seriousness most natborns associated with the Jedi. "If you don't believe me, I can take you to the creche so that you can ask the younglings."

It only made Wolffe laugh more and he had to grab the front of Plo's robes just to stay up, shoulders shaking visibly. He vaguely heard Plo join him in on the laughter, so pleased with his silly joke.

The best thing was that Plo had been right.

Wolffe's nose didn't hurt anymore.

[cloned-eyes]

Commission done for @valkeakuulas starring the grumpiest and hottest Commander of the GAR

[cacodaemonia]

Fic Self-Recs

Fic authors self rec! List your favorite five fics that you've written, then tag at least five other writers! Spread the self-love 💞

(Yes, this was originally an ask game, but I know some folks, myself included, have closed asks due to spam, so I guess it's a tag game now 😂)

Thanks for the tag, @elismor! These kinds of things are always so tough, haha (also, it could be kind of cool if there was an art version, since most of these tag things are focused on fics...)

My Heart's Red Muscle - (E, for one smut scene) I think this is probably my best fic, and also one of the longest. Cyborg!Waxer has no memories of his life before he came online. Paired with ARF trooper Boil, who doesn't seem to know what to do with him, Waxer has no idea how to fit in among clones when he's so very different. As he makes connections with those around him, he and Boil try to figure out who he might have been—and more importantly, who he is now.

Kinktober 2022 - (E, obviously) Set in the giant Open Skies AU. Where's that Trojan Horse smut post... Yeah so the fic is basically this for Waxer/Boil 😂

We Could Breathe Underwater - (T) What if shiny Waxer and Boil were both a bit Force-sensitive, and—oopsie, created a Force bond?

Interference - (T) Set in the RCAU/Open Skies AU, but it can be read as a standalone. It follows some OCs and canon characters as they figure out what Krell is up to on Umbara. The problem is that Torrent Company and Waxer's platoon are already on a collision course...

Fading Light and Cooling Space - (T, but heed the tags on this one) After Boil suffers through the horrifying events on Umbara, something nudges him to steal a strange necklace from Krell's body that teleports him to an even stranger place (and time?).

The last two fics are a bit older, so I'm sure they have a lot of room for technical improvement, but I still like them overall.

No-pressure tags: @lizardberries @theproblemwithstardust @come-chaos @valkeakuulas @whiskygoldwings

@marbled-polecat @petrifiedforests

[rendomski]

First Line Challenge

Rules: Post the first line of your wip, the first line you worked on today, or any other “first line!”

Tagged by @valkeakuulas , thanks!

This one is gonna be a Hunter/Wrecker fic (totally underrated pair!):

It all started with a handful of credits.

It is very appropriately titled “Something beautiful”, because our favourite giant totally deserves it ❤️

And one more WIP begins just like this 😆:

Echo stumbled upon those two idiots just outside the cockpit. It looked like Hunter was trying to climb Crosshair like a tree, and Crosshair supported him enthusiastically. Like a very hungry carnivorous tree.

Non-pressure tagging: @huntressdarkness, @letshareapapou, @indigofyrebird

[cohawk-canoe]

Cohawk Week 2024 Master List

I am 98% sure this is everything, but if I missed you, please holler at me and I will fix it. Thank you again to all who participated I can't wait to read all the ones I missed.

DAY 1 prompt: Pick a Trope, Any Trope

Who's that Shiny?  @gun-roswell (meet cute)

Hidden  @nooneherebutusghosts (secret relationship) ART

Come Back to Me @brokenphoenix99(first kiss/keldabe kiss) ART and drabble

Captive @brokenphoenix99 (trapped/imprisonment) ART

DAY 2 prompt: image prompts

Unfettered @cacodaemonia

Worth A Thousand Words @elismor

The Clone Troopers Ball @gun-roswell

Inked @nooneherebutusghosts ART

DAY 3 prompt: Open Choice

Fan Binding of In the Pink done by @petrifiedforests (story by elismor)

We'll Always Have Aris @aerjnn

Quietly It Blooms @brokenphoenix99 (force-sensitive Wooley) ART

Date Night @gun-roswell

Stay With Me @brokenphoenix99 (Medic Wooley) art

Looks Good on You @brokenphoenix99 (ARC trooper Wooley) ART and drabble

The gift of Ori'vode @coline7373

DAY 4 prompt: Pick an AU any AU

How to Become a Ghost @petrifiedforests (Vampire AU)

You Feel Like the Sun Busyfox (Fantasy AU)

How to Sign Sun @valkeakuulas (Daycare AU)

I Will Carry You Through It All @brokenphoenix99 (Mermaid AU) ART

Sky High by  @nooneherebutusghosts (Wings AU) ART

Lift You Up @marbled-polecat (Wings AU)

DAY 5 prompt: sets of words

Compliments @petrifiedforests (drabble)

A Drinking Song @elismor

Better A Good Retreat @elismor

A Touch of Sweetness @bilbosmom-belladonna

In Our Home and Garden @gun-roswell

A Series of Fortunate Events @gun-roswell

DAY 6: prompt role reversals

Who am I? Who are you? @gun-roswell

An Officer and His Shiny @brokenphoenix99 ART

Day 7: prompt invert a trope

Too Many Beds @mapleowl18

Can't Touch This @bilbosmom-belladonna

So, there are two of you and me now? @gun-roswell

DAY 8: bonus prompt "the rain on Kamino never smelled like this"

The Rain On Kamino Never Smelled Like This @aerjnn ART

Back in the days, when we two were so young @gun-roswell

Interlude in a Rainstorm @hawthornsword

[gaogaigar-the-king]

Your sentence for the 1+5 fic thing:

The thing before him was nothing like he'd seen ever before but at the same time it felt so familiar that seeing it made his chest hurt.

Amir put on his glasses, inching cautiously closer to the twisted mass of flesh half hidden under a blanket where the night before his best friend Arri had been laying.

Arri had been on military leave, so they had met up, virtually popped each other's pixellated heads at the arcade, had pizza together and a sleepover at Amir's place like when they were teenagers.

Carefully, Amir closed his fingers around the edge of the blanket, almost backing away when mass of flesh stirred and groaned in seeming agony, inhuman gurgling sounds eminating from the chest region.

His nerves steeled and Amir ripped the blanket away in one swift move, exposing the full mass of contorted flesh, skin replaced by what looked like keratin and chitin and bones fully visible, joints bent in a way no human could ever manage and yet among all the grotesque flesh there was half of Arri's face warped almost beyond recognition.

And then the horrifying creature lunged at him.

[petrifiedforests]

13. holding and watching the other while they fall asleep, maybe? With Tup/Dogma? 🥰

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CT-6922 | Dogma & CT-5385 | Tup Characters: CT-5385 | Tup, CT-6922 | Dogma Additional Tags: Order 66 Didn't Happen (Star Wars), CT-5385 | Tup Lives, Dogma Lives (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Inhibitor Chips (Star Wars), Healing, Cuddling & Snuggling, Comfort Summary:

The med bay was never quiet. The monotonous beeping and hissing of machines filled the air, occasionally something whirred or soft steps echoed when a medic made his rounds.

It wasn't quiet but it was calm at night. Dogma stared at the ceiling, quiet but not calm. It seemed to Tup that right now the world had narrowed down to these descriptors.

Written also for @clonefandomevents 501st Bingo and the "No Order 66" square

[sharky857]

🍦 🎃 🤲

🍦 What’s the sweetest fic you’ve created so far?

hard to say. Maybe this one.

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

I might write them if I were inspired enough, as it happens with any other kind of story. I think I can count on the fingers of one hand this kind of fics, and my favourite one is also the latest I wrote for Stardew Valley (Spirits' Eve is just Halloween).

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Alas, having a moody muse combined with a tendency to write on the go, I have no WIPs atm. 😔

[valkeakuulas]

Oooo love the idea of writing for the polyam prompts! Could I ask for E1, Fox/Echo/Fives with Fox in the middle with a datapad pls?

I checked at the prompt in question and yesssss, that one's right up in my alley!

One Fox/Echo/Fives fic coming right up! 💙❤💙

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It was karking late.

Or, depending on how you looked at it, karking early.

Either way, Fox was awake instead of sleeping, and it frustrated him, because for the first time in months, he had his handsome ARC troopers with him.

Sighing, Fox carefully pulled his arm free from beneath the softly snoring Echo to briskly rub his face.

Fives, who was using Fox’s chest as a pillow, was barely jostled by the movement but the man still frowned in his sleep and the arm wrapped around Fox’s waist tightened its hold. Fox couldn’t stop himself from smiling at that and he reached to pet Fives’ hair as an apology. The touch soothed Fives almost instantly, his brows relaxing. The fact that a simple touch from Fox did that made something warm flutter in the Commander’s belly.

Removing himself from between his lovers was a little challenging but Fox had been weaseling himself out of stickier situations for years now. Not that being stuck between Fives and Echo could be called that, not unless they accidentally fell asleep after several rounds of lovemaking.

Fox chuckled briefly at the memory as he slipped out of the dark bedroom, closing the door quietly behind him as he entered the small living room with an even smaller kitchenette.

The apartment was barely the size of a shoebox but it was private, tucked away in the lower levels but close enough for the Guard’s headquarters for Fox to get in there without much of a delay. Officially, it and the rest of the apartments on this floor were owned by some Corellian company but unofficially it belonged to the Coruscant Guard. The rest of the residents that lived in the giant complex paid no attention to the clones that slipped in and out of it, given that the Guard made sure to keep most of the building in working condition.

It was marvellous how many were willing to turn a blind eye when they had running water and no sudden power cuts.

The slats that covered the two narrow windows were half-closed, the meager light they let in painting orange and red stripes on the floor, guiding Fox’s steps as he picked a datapad from the couch. Instead of sitting on it, Fox sat on the floor, grabbing a cushion to stick it under his ass.

Might as well as do something productive, Fox mused as he powered the datapad up, accessing his files.

Fox had barely finished reading his third report when the bedroom door opened.  Lifting his head, Fox expected that either Fives or Echo had gotten up to use the refresher but was surprised when not one but two sleepy, squinty-eyed ARC troopers dragged themselves through the open door.

“Fox? Why aren’t you in bed?” Echo asked huskily with his eyes barely open.

Fox sighed, lowering the datapad. “Why are you up? Go back to bed you two,” Fox told them softly, only to hold back a chuckle at the identical squinty-eyed glares he received from his suggestion.

“Is cold without ya,” Fives muttered as he began listing to his left.

For a second Fox feared he would fall over if not for Echo, whose hand shot out a lot faster than Fox would’ve expected, grabbing the back of Fives’ tank top to keep him upright.

“What he said,” Echo agreed, using his grip to guide Fives to Fox.

Shaking his head, Fox grabbed two more cushions and dropped them on the floor on either side of him. Unsurprisingly, the ARC troopers wasted no time snuggling close the moment they had sat down, the bristles of Fives’ chin tickling Fox’s clavicle when he nuzzled the Commander’s throat.

“You’re going to feel sorry for sleeping here instead of a bed,” Fox pointed out when Echo wrapped himself around his right arm. He merely let go of the datapad so the other man could get comfortable before picking it up again.

“Don’t care,” Echo replied with a yawn, already half-way to sleep again. “We missed you.”

“And we’re not spending another minute without holding you,” Fives added, resting his head on Fox’s shoulder.

The flutter from earlier came back, stronger and warmer, and Fox gave up. “Alright, just remember that in the morning.”

The sleepy hums of agreement had Fox chuckling and turned his head to press a kiss on Echo’s curl before doing the same with Fives.

Squirming a little to get into a more comfortable position with the two heavy bodies all but squishing him, Fox made sure to dim the datapad before continuing. Soon, Fox’s ears caught the dual sounds of soft, even breathing of his lovers, dead to the world once more.

Fox closed his eyes for a second, basking in the warmth and trust, the love he felt for these two men making his heart feel three times larger than it usually was.

When Fox continued with his reading he did so with a soft smile on his face.

[cacodaemonia]

Pick a treasure from my living room

For anyone who's as clueless as me, this tag game involves listing various things in your living room (or maybe some other room if that works better?). When the poll is over, you have to share a photo of whichever one received the most votes.

Thanks for the tag, @seascribbling!

I just realized that all but one of these are art-themed 😅

No-pressure tags: @lizardberries @elismor @come-chaos @bilbosmom-belladonna @valkeakuulas

[elismor]

Recent Fic Omnibus

The Daily Grind https://archiveofourown.org/works/52121377 (10th 52 pickup for @valkeakuulas) The one where Wolffe comes to an arrangement with 3PO

Two Left Feet https://archiveofourown.org/works/52426948 (mistletoe prompt for @catbuir) The one where Rex is about as subtle as a brick

The One With the Coffee Break[s] https://archiveofourown.org/works/52830196 (1st fill for The One With All the Prompts) The one where Fox tries to drink some caf.

The One With the Line https://archiveofourown.org/works/52929439 ("Fear me" prompt for @petrifiedforests) The one with Wooley's War

Pastiche https://archiveofourown.org/works/52955998 ("Leave me behind" for @catbuir) The one where Fives and Echo go out for Community Theatre

In the Pink (The One with the Red Shirt) https://archiveofourown.org/works/53405761 (written for Coday and for @mis-mcgifsten, and also for The One With All the Prompts) The one where the Marshall Commander is laid low by a washing machine.