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May the 4th be with you | "Imperial March" Remix Bucket Drum Cover

[ominouspuff]

Kote’s House

Kote’s first house is a pathetic thing, and he is incurably proud of it. The twi’lek he purchased it from very evidently could not make up his mind what to do with a man that grinned while he haggled, but it was the first time Kote had haggled over a purchase of his very own. He had thoroughly enjoyed it.

The house is built for one being, and a compact being at that, but Kote doesn’t have much. Moving in is quick, and most of his efforts during the next few days after go into attempting ambitious repairs for things he doesn’t know the first thing about. 

His plumbing is an issue, he knows. Something is getting blocked up. Somehow while trying to fix the kitchen tumbler, his fresher spout explodes.

He hadn’t kept his new house a secret from anyone by any means, but it is still surprising when Fox barges in through his jamming front door. He finds Kote on the floor in his cramped kitchen while the fresher rains water in the adjacent room, laughing so hard and so crippled with delight that he can’t get up.

He tries to explain how wonderful it is —

“I-I have to fix my plumbing on my own, vod—”

—but judging by Fox’s single raised eyebrow he knows it doesn’t translate.

Fox, it turns out, is moving into the neighborhood. Kote doesn’t ask about the house Fox already has — the house he has visited, which is very nice and fancy — or point out that Fox’s contract there cannot possibly be up, which begs the question of why he’s here in Kote’s neighborhood — except that Kote already knows the answer to that question. So he doesn’t ask.

Fox doesn’t show him any grace or forbearance, though.

“Don’t even know how to fix a damn pipe, front lining show-off—” His brother snarls, but it is muffled; his top half had to go down beneath the floor they’d pried up to get at the plumbing issue.

“So that’s what they had you doing all these years.” Kote says, because he really is in a criminally good mood. He barely ducks the foot-long pipe Fox throws at his head, feeling giddy.

He makes dinner that night in thanks. Fox stays, ostensibly because now that he’s fixed the fresher he intends to use it, because his new house isn’t hooked up properly yet to all the supply lines and power grids. 

They choke on homemade tiingilar (vode-style; Kote can’t pretend at the real thing yet) so heavily spiced it’s got grit to it that sticks between the teeth. It’s disgusting, but Cody had bought fifteen different spices and while usually he likes to keep his approach to the unknown more cautious, more methodical, he couldn’t think of anything he wanted to do more than use them all at once for the first time. 

Wolffe joins them not long after; brings a few others along by recommending the apartment he picks out, so that soon most of the complex is taken up by vode, Kote hears, but he doesn’t visit yet. Everyone’s too busy coming over to his house, it seems; filling up his kitchen and asking why he hasn’t fixed the trash disposal yet, why he doesn’t have a couch, doesn’t he know they’re all the rage among civilized folk?

Kote fixes the trash disposal with Rex, who is better at it than he is but says it’s only due to Skywalker’s influence on managing all things mechanical. 

“How is Skywalker?” Kote asks, and gets more than he bargained for over the next hour. At first he’s a bit off-put, because he’s trying to get dinner sorted again and he’s not been very fond of Skywalker at the best of times, but Rex is snorting out a story and laughing and it’s contagious, so Kote just resigns himself and settles in to enjoy.

Skywalker has little ones, now. Obi-Wan is the only one that can get them to sleep. Ahsoka is distressed; she knows better, but every instinct in her is apparently in agony over the little ones’ inability to eat meat yet. She obsesses over nutrients in their diet — which, given what tiny natborn humans primarily ingest in the early stages, makes for some slightly awkward conversations.

Rex helps with dinner afterward, and they take turns being incredulous over natborn baby facts, shoving around one another in the tiny, uncomfortable kitchen.

“What’s your next project?” Rex asks at one point, glancing sidelong with a cheeky look, and Kote levels his vegetable knife at him (he’s got a vegetable knife. Specifically for vegetables. It’s a very new concept). 

“I make everyone’s dinner on Tuangsdays.” He says. “I’m productive.”

Rex’s sharp-toothed grin turns thoughtful. “Yeah” He says. “Everyone loves coming here, you know. You could be the new 79’s.”

Kote knows. He plans and plots, and puts more work into researching recipes than he’s put into any research whatsoever in months. It feels a bit like coming out of a shore leave; his thoughts quicken and his excitement grows. He hunts down a market. He brings a bag. He shops, bargains, and returns victorious.

He sends out a few comms., and can’t help but shake his head and grin at how different the responses are. 

What a marvelous idea, Cody. His general — ex-general — says.

Yus pls, Ahsoka sends back, with some sort of strange tooka vidclip that dances with wiggly gyrations Kote can only assume indicate excitement.

Where is your house, Anakin says, blunt and to the point, and Kote can appreciate that. 

He sends the address. He cooks all day. The sun sets, and Fox and Wolffe arrive, already bickering, Rex trailing behind with a long-suffering look sent to Kote, begging commiseration.

“Ugh, don’t you ever stop smiling, now?” He gripes when Kote just grins at him. 

“Nope,” Kote says, unrepentantly.

He leaves the soup on the stove, simmering, and takes his cup of caf to the window. He leans on it, breathing in cool air, and just listens — listens to the squabbling as Wolffe gets on Fox’s case for not washing Kote’s dishes correctly the last time they visited. Hears the soft thumps of Rex sneaking into the cramped room Kote has set aside for plants and the sole pet he has; a pastel goullian, fins swaying ever so gently, permanent scowl in place. Thinks he catches, distantly, the sound of his remaining three guests (Padme couldn’t attend, and had made him feel very awkward by how thoughtfully she apologized for it) plodding up the hill. 

“Cody!” Ahsoka cries, coming into view and waving. 

Kote’s cheeks have stopped aching from all the smiling he’s gotten used to, so it’s easy to let another through.

[indistinctchatt3r]

[mae-lou-ron]

The "My Playlist Understands Me Better Than My Therapist" Tag Game

So of course I can’t find the post now, but as a writer, particularly a clone-centric star wars fan fiction writer, the concept of the music subgenre the internet calls “hornysad” made me laugh for about 3 business days.

Nobody asked, but in the spirit of having raging ✨seasonal deppresh✨ and a barnacle of creative block on my ass, here are three examples of music I listen to that either speak to my hornysad goblin, or ignite the hornysad goblin within me.

Sleep Token — particularly ‘Rain’ or ‘The Apparition’ or ‘The Summoning’ (I don’t feel like I need to explain this one + there’s also something about mysterious identity that we’ve agreed is hot— why else would “the helmet stays on” be a tag on AO3?)

The Cure — I mean come on…‘High’? ‘Just Like Heaven’? ‘Burn’? I thought of them first for this tbh.

RAYE — her sped up versions of ‘Flip a Switch’ & ‘Escapism’ are simultaneously big sexy and big sad.

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Opening the floor to all my fellow clone-loving goblins, particularly @jetii @dystopicjumpsuit @cloneflo99 @captn-trex @lonewolflupe @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @ghostymarni @vodika-vibes @eobe — because I feel like if anyone is going to understand what I’m talking about, it’s you 😂😂

Everyone (18+ obvs) is welcome to join in because I’d love to get to know you feral clone goblins a little better ♥️ I also picked 3 bc this shit apparently makes up like, 87% of my Spotify account 🤷��‍♀️

Bonus: the other draft titles for this post because I’m proud of them and they also deserve an honorable mention:

Help, I've Fallen Into My Sad Girl Era Again and Can't Get Up: A Musical Tag Game

Seasonal Depression's Greatest Hits: The Hornysad Tag Collection

[exosorcery]

PLO KEEN WEEK, DAY 2

PADAWAN PHOTOS//PLO AND CRECHLINGS

This is Plo and his two bestest friends in the whole world - Bir the Nautolan and Ruu the Zabrak.

They've been besties since they were crechelings.

This photo was taken when the three of them were in Second Year trials together, and Tyvokka had just taken Plo as padawan - The second youngest Padawan the temple had ever seen.

[cryptid-teapot]

Sith Cal concepts, mask idea from @azems-familiar 's aeste

[shimmer-switch]

Cackling at the ad placement. I see you, Tumblr.

[triscribe]

Thank you for your honesty! That's okay! Tell me about Finn. Now I'm intrigued! 😁

FINN my BOY

The Force Awakens introduced so much potential, with this literal no-name stormtrooper who could have come from anywhere in the galaxy, taken and molded and pushed into serving the First Order with no identity beyond being a good little cog in the machine, and the first time he gets to see up close and personal how that machine steam rolls over innocent people in its path, his reaction is to give a hard pass

I just. Words do not describe how much I love this concept. And even better, this is a main character, one part of the Big Trio we were meant to get for this trilogy, he's not a throwaway background "move the plot a step forward but otherwise don't do anything" guy, he's not a traitor who does one helpful thing and then dies for it in the name of freedom or revolution, he gets out, and even with clear reluctance, he finds something bigger and better to throw himself into

And yeah, there are the obvious parallels with the clone troopers of the old Republic, literally created to be cogs in their machine, born with numbers instead of names and given extremely little autonomy but for what they carved out for themselves in a hundred thousand unique little ways - but even beyond all of that, I look at the clones, I look at FN and his fellows, I feel like Maz Kanata seeing the same eyes in different faces

Those are children raised to be living weapons

Those are people raised strictly and sternly and told they have no choice, why would they even want a silly choice, this is the best and only option, this is the only thing they'll ever be good for-

But Star Wars is all about choice

Yes, Finn's squadmate died in front of him, left that bloody handprint on his helmet, but that's not a loss that rips apart his world. That's not a farmstead burned down, a species massacred, a planet obliterated. That's his reality, that he and all his fellow troopers are meant to live and fight and die for those above them - it should, in theory, be the easiest thing in the world to stand up, to shoot, to get back in that transport and return to the First Order and continue onward

But it isn't

Maybe Finn could have been Force sensitive, maybe that was never in the cards, but regardless, he heard those screams and saw the falling bodies, he went back up on the shuttle and saw a captured enemy pilot and he chose

The greatest tragedy of the clone troopers is that at the final moment, when Operation Knightfall kicked into full gear, they didn't get to choose. A set of pre-determined words flipped a switch inside their heads, and good soldiers follow orders, sir, if the Emperor declares these folks are traitors, well, traitors to the Empire must die, and once they're all dead we move on to the next set of orders and the next, good soldiers follow orders, so do good citizens of the Empire, those that don't get to deal with the consequences

How many of their ghosts got to cheer, when a nobody no-name kid, molded to wear white armor and shaped to hold a blaster in his hands, heard his orders and refused, and then went on to choose a course of action that helped take down the biggest superweapon the galaxy had ever seen?

The clones seized what choices they could, with their names and their paint and whatever else they managed, up until the biggest choice of all was stripped from them

FN-2187 didn't even get those tiny scraps of self-expression, of identity, of any choice at all, until he found himself on the edge of a precipice all his fellow squad members jumped into without a second thought, and pulled himself away

The rest of the sequels chickening out of doing a hell of a lot more with that is definitely in the top five travesties of the entire damn franchise, I swear.

[edbydawn]

i don't CARE if his lil leggies can't actually bend like that we are MAKING a STAR!

[schlock-luster-video]

On June 2, 1983, Return of the Jedi debuted in the United Kingdom.

[artpo]

If it isn't Khun Luke and Yoda 🤭

[talesfrommedinastation]

Reblogging for my favorite Star Wars/The Expanse piece that I’ve done and to remind the universe that we all thrive on love.

No one owes artists anything.

But existence is lonely and sometime you throw hours and hours of effort into a void, on the slim chance it will say something back.

[exosorcery]

KELDEORIN'YAA WORD OF THE DAY!

Sometimes called LAEVERINE ORGANS (or LEVIN'YAA) by other races, KOLMI are external cranial structures many creatures on Dor'in possess - not just Kel' Dor. In many evolutionary instances, they actually replace functional eyes.

Kolmi are extremely sensitive appendages, attaching at their base right into the hindbrain. Individuals have the capacity to react at lightning speed to any stimulus they register, hence the lightning-fast physical reflexes Kel' Dor are known for. They vary slightly in placement, size and shape from person to person. Like earlobes, they can be attached to the head - versus detached - at the posterior of the horn. Detached ones (like their two tusk protrusions) are capable of some movement and augment expressions of emotion. If the soft tissues of these are surgically removed or altered in any way, the natural sensitivities (empathic and telepathic) of the individual are terminated, unplugging them from "the collective," the "great family" of Mother Dor'in. These individuals are regarded as pariahs and outcasts, for naturally detaching from the "group" in this way is considered dangerously antisocial behavior.

A note on the tusken protrusions below the Kolmi ... Many off-world folks are surprised to learn that both horns are hollow and have a tiny opening at the end to allow for both respiration (the SUPERIOR/upper horn) and ingurgitation of (liquid) food (the INFERIOR/lower horn). The SUPERIOR horn functions like a snorkel when a Kel' Dor is diving/hunting (they are descendants of Estuary predators who lived on the ancient mudflats of Dor'in). Many of them still breathe orally AND via these extrusions at the same time.

There are still questions about the function of the lower tusks (even among modern Kel' Dor biologists). It is thought the inferior tusks evolved for hunting soft bodied prey like URCHINS (plentiful then as now - and still a delicacy), allowing them to pierce the exoskeleton and then siphon out the prey's soft insides - while the superior tusks continued breathing above the surface.

Note: altering the tusks is NOT considered dangerous or aberrent, nor does it affect respiration or ingurgitation. Offworld Kel' Dor frequently do. Tusks simply do not fit comfortably into Antiox masks, is all.

I wish I could find the story that referred to these organs as LAEVERINE ORGANS. I will find it again someday (@plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows - I think you mentioned the author once upon a time; I will look for that post). I just want to give credit where credit is due, is all😎

For all of my new readers: Keldeorin'yaa is not my creation, but the brainchild of the stupendous aforementioned @plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows. They also created the head-canon about Kel' Dor being descendants of estuary predators, which I love.

If you have not perused their Keldeorin'yaa Conlang Dictionary you really need to do it. It's GREAT. Experience it here:

keldeorinyaa conlang dictionary - Google Sheets

Thank me later!

[fringefiction]

Fringe Fiction Goes to the Movies #fringefiction #frifi #movies

After a long weekend at Fan Expo 2025, it was time to settle down for a bit. Although John Cena was the headliner, Fringe Fiction did not attend his event. Giancarlo Esposito of Far Cry 6 and The Mandalorian fame was the actor that we visited, and he was entertaining. For today, we watched a few movies that included Heart Eyes and Alien: Romulus. Heart Eyes, a Valentine’s Day horror/comedy…

[uniquecutie-puffs]

Heartstrings & Hellfire: Prologue

A stage burst into life, awash with thousands of glowing light stick and roaring fans. Neon beams ripple across the arena, covering to form a brilliant sigil: letter H, blazing at the heart of it all.

The crowds chants in perfect rhythm, voices echoing like a war cry of devotion.

Huntrix!

Huntrix!

Huntrix!

The name reverberates, charged with energy. As the lights whirl and pulse, fans raise their signature light sticks, ornately shaped like clover blossoms with interwoven lines, echoing the elegance of traditional norigae. Bathed in soft lavender and violet hues, each stick glows with a radiant H in its centre, uniting the crowd in a magical, synchronised light.

“The world will know you as a pop star.” a calm, powerful voice narrates, Celine, their mentor.

“But you will be much more than that.” She continued as a thick mist coiled across the stage, revealing three silhouettes of figures standing side by side. Their reflection shimmer as if caught between past and present.

“You will be Hunters.”

Centuries earlier.....

Red lighting cracks the earth of a quiet nearby village during the Joseon-era. the ground glows ominously beneath terrified feet as villagers turn, too late. From fiery fractures in the soil, grotesque shapes rise.

Demons.

“Demons have always haunted our world,”

One by one demons began to terrorize the village and take the souls of the innocent.

“Stealing our souls and channeling strength back to their king, Gwi-Ma.”

Streaks of light twisted upward, souls, torn and taken from the villager, pulled like comets into the void. In a shadowed realm, Gwi-Ma, the Demon King, devours them. Each soul that he feeds on bloats his form with power. With every feeding, he spawns new horrors.

“Until heros arose to defend us.”

A mother shields her child, clutching only a rake for protection, as demons close in. But then a song is heard from the gate. A sudden glow.

The demons were about to attack the people, only to be stopped by the presence of three women standing atop on the gate. Clad in warrior's hanbok, each holding weapons that shimmer with unnatural brilliance. With a song powering them to defend the villagers and defeating the demons.

“Born with voices that could drive back the darkness.”

As the three women conquer the demons, each woman sings with rich melodious grace while soaring and vanquishing all the demons within the village.

“Singing songs of courage and hope. But hunters are more than warriors. They also had the protection of an angelic warrior supporting them with their light magic.”

As the final demon fades into dus, the warriors descend, with elegance and fierceness. Their harmony summons a wave of light, wrapping the country in safety. From above, a new glow.

A fourth figure descends, an angelic warrior, radiant in white hanbok. With hands outstretched, she channels the music into pure white magic.

“Our music ignites the soul and brings people together.”

The angelic warrior went over to a little girl whose soul was ignited by the performance of the warrior's and held her hand to show compassion and hope while retrieving the little girl's sparkled soul in doing so, creating a glowing light show.

“With this connection, the first Hunters created a shield to protect our world, the Honmoon.”

The warriors gather. With synchronized steps and radiant song, they form a circle at the village center.

“Every generation, a new angel is reborn with the new trio of hunters chosen to fulfill our ultimate duty.”

The angel lifts her hands and a wave of golden light erupts outward, a protective shield was formed.As the demonic horde screams from the underworld, the light seals them away.

The Honmoon expands across the land, a barrier that no demon can breach.

“A barrier so strong it is impenetrable, that will keep demons and Gwi-Ma from our world forever.”

Time shifts. Eras pass, each decade of music gives birth to a new trio of Hunters and the rebirth of the Angel was shown as they sang together in harmony.

“The Golden Honmoon.”

The Sunlight Sisters' golden performance was the breaking point in creating the golden protective shield around the world.

“And now that duty falls to you.”

Celine stood with a giant scared willow tree behind her. Before her stand the new Hunters, the first male led generation.

At the center: a tall young man with violet hair, intensity in his eyes. To his left, a smirking dancer with flaming pink hair. To his right, a graceful and beautiful woman with long golden wavy locks, eyes full of fire and kindness. And beside her, a bright soul with dark navy hair, fists clenched in resolve and excitement.

Celine steps forward.

“That victory is within your reach. It is your voice, your song, that will create the Golden Honmoon.”

The four of them looked at each other and clasping hands to show their loyalties to one another and their friendship.

“Yes, Celine,” they all said in unison.

Their eyes shine. Not just with the thrill of the stage but with purpose and fire.

AUTHORS NOTE:

Hi, so this is the start of the story hehehe, hope you enjoyed it so far. So the height is based on the height of some of the BTS members (since they're back and I love them).

Also I would like suggestions for the male counterpart of the names for the Huntrix. I read somewhere that the name Rumi can be unisex so that stays but I'm having a hard time with Mira and Zoey's male names.

So far I have is Miro and Zane. But you can comment down below if you have any other suggestions that you like.

Chapter 01 is out

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